As I gaze over the plain what I see absolutely repulses me. Spread over the ground not a blade of grass that was visible was the color green. What I can only assume was once the Kingdom of the Golden Lion as well as the Lott Kingdoms armies of hundreds of thousands laid spread before me. The Golden/Purple armor of the Golden Lion army and the pure White armor with Ultramarine accented throughout ripped to shreds. Flames periodically spaced though the gently destroying the remnants of the war that had caused close to total annihilation of both forces, and causing both kingdoms to call a temporary truce.
The reason for the mayhem that was would later be known as the battle of the lost was due to the sound of the clashing armies awakening a hidden nest in the surrounding mountains. The nest held the one creature that could cause such a tragedy, an elder white dragon the same dragon that once destroyed the previous Kingdom that stood a thousand years prior to where the two fighting Kingdoms now hold power. The only thing known about the dragon was that it was large and white. Anyone who was ever close enough to know the details beyond size and color have never survived the encounter.
It wasn’t known if the dragon had returned to sleep or if it was waiting but my job as well as many others from both kingdoms had just begun. Multitudes of breezes covered the land desperately hoping to find survivors of this untimely nightmare. After hours of searching a ray of hope appeared as we approached the very center of the battlefield. Standing in the middle of the now presumed wasteland… No not standing, the right words would be “propped up” by a multitude of spears was a man holding the flag of the Lott Kingdom.
The flag was tattered but it still showed a ultramarine horizon with a white sun starting to set behind it. As we approached the young man that could have not been over the age of twenty he wore white armor that was now dyed completely crimson with his own blood as well as those that surround him. Leaning against his left shoulder was the before mentioned flag. His right hand held a completely unadorned silver long sword with blood still dripping off its tip. In his left hand whose arm is still wrapped around the flags pole lays a bent open locket with its chain still dangling from his neck.
The locket had a single picture which depicted a stunning young woman with forest green eyes and dark brunette hair. The words written on the picture stated as follows “I will always love you Leon. Always yours, Jess”. As the men who conducted the search circled around the last survivor of the war we heard a barely audible whisper from the young man as he drew his last breath, “My only wish is to see you once more my love”.
As his tensed body relaxed his arms fell to his side. The sword that once was held in his hand now stood upright by his legs as if refusing to lie on its side before him. The locket now freely hung by its chain still wrapped around his neck refusing to leave the space by his heart. The young man’s head now hung parallel to the ground because of the spears refusing to let the boy leave his feet and prostrate himself before death.
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Those that surrounded the young man bowed their heads in prayer asking the Goddess who ruled over love and death if she would grant the last wish the young man whose future was cut short. After a moment of silence the men slowly dispersed as I took the flag that was still leaning against his shoulder in memory of the man who survived the longest period of time after a dragon’s direct attack in recorded history.
At twelve corners surrounding the battlefield the men in charge of the search set up a sealing formation in order to contain the flames of the white dragon which were known to burn without end if left alone. After the formation was completed the men watched silently as the bodies on the plain slowly disappeared. At the center the young man was gradually turning to ash but the spears made sure to make it so even as the flames turned to his body to ash he would never fall. The battlefield was now completely scorched black with only a single small flame burning at the center. The flame burned the only thing that was left on the battlefield, a small locket. The last part to burn before the flame left existence was the words on the picture “Always yours, Jess”.
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Six years in the future a new kingdom started to prosper after the previous two that both had a thousand year history were destroyed by the white dragon. The Capital of the New Kingdom stood where the Battle of the Lost took place. In the center of the capital stood a magnificent Castle which stood ten stories over the next tallest building and just the ground floor of the castle was said to be around a hundred thousand square feet.
On the ground floor was a room that alone had a ceiling that was at least eight stories high and a floor plan of ten thousand square feet. The room was made to look like it was shaped out of the purest white marble from the floor to the support columns to the ceiling. Hanging from the support columns were ultramarine banners that signified the royal family. In the center of the room on a raised stone platform was an unadorned silver chair. Sitting on the chair was a woman about twenty four years of age with two young twin boys about the age of six at her side.
Hanging above the woman and the young children was an old tattered flag adorned with a white sun descending behind an ultramarine horizon.
As the woman sat on her throne she heard, “ALL HAIL QUEEN MATNEY! ALL HAIL PRINCE LANE! ALL HAIL PRINCE LEON! LONG LIVE THE ROYAL FAMILY!”