Yep, I'm back, college has got me more free time so I will have time to write once again, I deleted the old version of this that I never even got to complete. Which sucks, but hey I'm back and I am going to write and not just throw words down and hope for the best. The first chapter is going to definitely be the shortest by a lot so don't worry this is just to get you in the mindset of "HOW".
Italic (thinking)
Darkness, a realm of chaos, death, and tragedy. It's a place where anger, hatred, sadness, and ceaseless warfare reign supreme. Even after the resolution of the initial conflict that lured every tribe into its grip at the hands of the three sisters, more warfare ensued. It was an abyss of despair.
Yet, amid the looming war he was about to reignite, Darkstalker glimpsed a solution to the inevitable dilemma. "I have approximately half an hour before I confront my father. That should suffice to craft one last spell, ensuring my revival in the distant future and securing my dominion without needing to enchant every being."
Delving into the future once more to orchestrate his resurgence, he assessed his options. He witnessed the NightWings' fall from grace and their plan to seize the RainWings' territory. He foresaw the gradual fading of all NightWings' powers as they concealed themselves. "The plummet of my tribe's fortune is testament to the dire need for a change in leadership," he mused.
"It was rather naive to think that I couldn't enchant myself with extended sight," he chided himself.
Scouring different conflicts, he searched for opportunities to make a grand entrance. His decision didn't take long to crystallize. "Amidst the crisis, they yearn for a hero, and it'd be effortless to introduce one into the heart of the war, captivating all sides drawn into the fray," he reasoned. Reviewing potential candidates for this heroic role, he couldn't help but frown. "Their desperation for a hero is well-founded. Few possess the courage or wisdom to step up."
A notion struck him as he considered the dragon who might assume the role of the hero. "Why not fashion my own heroes?" he pondered. Another thought followed, "It's highly probable that it'll take more than one hero to halt the war and secure my release, won't it?"
With a wicked grin, he continued to scheme. "This... shall be entertaining!" He began inscribing his scroll, fully aware that eternal slumber was impending. For an immortal dragon like him, it held no significance.
He wrote with a sense of urgency, determined to elude destiny and reclaim the freedom that would otherwise be stolen from him.
I decided to go back over every chapter and give them a tiny little upgrade. Who knows... I might make a major re-haul on this story in general. Same story, but better written.