It was a warm summer night, the breeze was pleasant, cooling the heat of summer day, with the moon shone brightly behind the shy clouds that drifting with the winds. The air filled with the joy of the villagers as their harvest was a good one this time. They were singing the Song of the folks, surrounding a giant camp fire in the heart of the village, beating of drum reverberating through the air, feet stomping that shook the ground, the cheering for the dancing couples that danced happilly and intimately with the song, forgeting the eyes of peoples, hands clapsing along with the rhythm , their laughter that so joyfull, filled the air with thick happiness.
Hours they sang dan danced and hours their laughter never fade along with the song.
But a presence that they never dreamt of has come, silent like the night it self, tearing through the black sky veiled within darkness, its presence was given when the massive wings covering the light of the moon and the stars.
The sound died, everything went still with the time followed suit, as their mind can't comperhended what was happening.
A deafening roar unleashed by the creature, a shockwave that pluck leaves from the branches, tremoring ground that startled stones, replacing their joy with fear, their laughters with screams.
The symbol of destruction it self has came out to meet them. It was a humongous dragon, cladded in emerald skin and yellowish eyes that gleaming in the night, full of madness.
This is a sign of the beginning of something that has been foretold from the ancient time,
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A banner of winged sword hung silently on the wall, when someone broke the silence.
"My lord, there were many reports about sighting of dragons my lord, several towns were attacked" a man said huriedly to someone that seated in a golden chair in a warchamber, he is an old man if you measure it by time, but his visage was so handsome that every maidens wouldn't care for his age, he was tall, taller than the average men, with a body that will make a masterpiece sculpture cower in shame, those blonde hair that braided with blood red string, and those blue eyes that looked calmer than a sea before storm, but his hardened expressions looked more grim than the reaper himself, why? Because the Begining of an End already began, while Nothingness is waiting patiently at the cessation of time.
"Move the Terra Knight and the Valkryie, we must help with all of we got" he said grimly
"But my lord, we cannot leave our own castle defenceless, what if other " his retainer was cut off before he finished
"No what if Jenal, our people need us now, and what is a kingdom and a king without people that support him?, now go" Jenal saluted with his fist on his chest, and hurriedly went to do his order.
When Jenal gone, a woman suddenly appeared out of thin air, as if that she was already been there all along, she was warped in black clothing that cover all of her, save for her storming yellow eyes, but the king paid no heed to the trick of her, and began to asking her himself
"Morraine, what brings you here? In this time of crisis" The king ask her, Morraine as the king called her
"I'm here to save the blood line of Old People, that mean your child, Aldred Pendragon of Randaghul" she said calmly as if talking to a common man, despite he was the king himself.
"What Morraine, you talked as if i'm already a dead man, did you think i will not survive this mess?" Despite the calm face he had, his voice tinged with worry and fear that so subtle that won't be sensed if you didn't seek for it.
"You know the prophecy Pendragon, when the king himself named as the prince of destruction, it means that was the last king from the Ancient People, until the Dragonborn came to the world." She said it plainly as if reading a book, not some great prophecies of Old Age.
"And worry not Pendragon, the Hand of King will serve your descendant as it always serve your predecessor for the past thousand years" she add that as a reassurance but even her calm was shaken
"When did the Dragonborn will come Morraine? The Prophecy said that he will come when the Dragons back from their realm" the king asked despairly.
"This is not the time apparently, because the Dragon Stone is the only one that shone whilst the Mortal Stone did not, we may as well wait for tomorrow or next year or even when this time of your life already become a legend, and i fear the dragons will run rampant before our savior come, so i pray for the might of your self and your kingdom, be your might became our path to the future glory" the woman answered in agony barbing her voice
"Very well Morraine, take him and May Light guide us in this battle"
"May the light shine upon us Pendragon"
She disappeared as fast as she came, without a word of parting, but the king paid it no heed, because the palace suddenly trembled, the high ceiling was torn apart like some kind of paper in front of the might of destruction it self.
"For the Light, and may Mother Earth embrace me in her arms as my body return to where it belongs" the king muttered to himself
This battle of Randaghul was called the First Revelation in the days beyond their times, a reminder that the prophecy already took their grasp within the time it self
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-When we are drowning in our joy, they will come as the time repeat it self, their fire burn more than a blaze of volcano, as the mountain it self bow before them, their rage can't be compared to the raging sea as the ocean it self went still in their presence, they are the more destructive than the destruction it self, as their pride made them bow to no one, not even Gods, they are called the Ruler of Skies as they freely can roam in it, the Emperor of Kings as no Kings can opposed them, the Conqueror of Country as their visit will bring you to extinction, as nothing one can stand before them.
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- They lay asleep for millenia as time of our life is a mere blink of an eye to them, they will come to bring us the End, as they will open the seal of Magic, beware you peoples, beware you Kings, as the fate is set upon stone, for them to bring you back into the Age of Darkness, as their wings can cover even the light of the sun
- But Light will offer its help, with their Avatar on our realm, as the manifesation of Defier of Fate will come forth, as they will born without distinction, as the prince and princess or as the children of a whore, but they are the light that will shine our path in the darkened sky "
A verse from The Prophecy of Dragonborn
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Galdera, the southern most city of Kalderon kingdom, they are the most dangerous city in entire kingdom and aslo the capital of it. Because the often harassment of the monster and beast, their soldier trained for the worst, and from the worst they prevailed.
The Warmasters were in high tension, while the Queen still looked composed amidst the worst news her country ever heard.
She in her war suit was ever look beautiful and fierce, no denying in the peoples mind that surrounding her.
Then the sound of slammed door broke the silence
"The dragons already start their attacks, our scout report that three of them flying this way, estimated time of arrival, twelve minutes My Queen"
"Your majesty, you and the royal family should evacuate now, we can't delay it anymore, now that the dragons heading this way" one of the warmaster spoke in stern voice.
He was a slender man, with chainmail armor painted in blue color, a butterfly emblem rested in his left shoulder guard, his face was handsome and young, with light blonde hair, something that you did not expect from a warmaster
"Ragil is right your majesty, your safety is the utmost important thing right now" another man in silver heavy plate mail with a wolf emblem in his left shoulder spoke, this time it was an old man, with white hair, white because time already took the color, his face was stern full of little scars, as a memento of past battles. But you still can feel the vigor as high as a youth from his green eyes.
"No, Denai i will and must not run from this battle. For the sake of our beloved King, i will stand my ground and fight" the Queen solemnly answered the two warmasters
The sound of trumpet could be heard now, the dragons already in sight from the edge of the city. This time, Denai the old one turned into the third warmaster in the room
"Zelkar, please ask her majesty to evacuate now, you are the only one that can make her change her mind" Denai pleaded while Ragil also nodded with those statement
"I'm sorry old friend, this is a decision that Her majesty herself need to made, and i will do my best to follow that" Zelkar, the man answered that. He only wore simple chest and greaves armor and a left shoulder guard, with lion head emblem on it, but unlike Ragil rapier or Denai long sword that hung on their waist, a giant broadsword hung mightily on his back, his face has a giant scar that cut diagonally from his left brow to his chin. His eyes were black, contrasted with his white platinum hair
"But we must evacuate the rest of the family from here" the Queen said
"Zelkar, i need you to tell Agian to take his corps for this task, after that we will face the dragon, their blood will spilled tonight" said the Queen, her voice boomed in the room, while the three warmasters saluted her
That night, Galdera fell, but along side with her, she took three dragons to the Lord of the Grave.
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For months, the battles continues. Then months turned into years,then human stopped counting. Because there were no times for something else except for battles. They simply live to die or survive only to die, tomorrow.
But still human never give up, stubborness was already in their core.
Constant danger because of the dragons were their daily bread.
Bloods were their drinks.
And death were their dearest friend.
Human already exhausted, but still they waited for the prophecy to fullfil it self.
For their savior to born.
Kingdoms rose and fell
Kings and Queens ruled the empty land.
Still, the Mortal stone never once shine its light.
Will there be a salvation for man kind?
or will the damned world burn in the fire?
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' O'saviour, ashes we stood in
For rubble now we live in.
Red now the color of all
for rains no longer fall.
Blood but there is without flow.
For it already no longer tommorow.
Excerpt from a paper found in the ruin of Kan'dira temple
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Well, i got this thing in my mind for quite some time already. So i decided to present it for you, but don't expect for a regular update. This is something to blew of some steam from my life.
This one will be slow paced, well , mostly.
Suggestion, and critics are welcomed
Thanks for reading this