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#2 Posted: 23:44:04 13/05/2013 | Topic Creator
Prologue:
I. The Year Of The Dragon
The clarity of the night was to be abruptly shattered; a shrill cry sliced through the evening and hastened the ancient flame of prophecy, slight bemused laughter and the sound of dangling keys echoed. Fire, the temple bombarded by flaming rocks, shattering stone - the entire foundation trembled, that night. Was it the fates, did the ancients grow impatient, perhaps? The timing was so very keen, they should have anticipated it...but they had underestimated the dark forces that plagued and ravaged the lands, they did indeed. Was it their foolishness, bathing in their prophecies – the etchings on the walls, what did they miss – what were they missing...
The guardian of fire was quick to action, after exhausting his abilities fending off the sudden onslaught, he could go on no longer – powerful, the forces had grown, as the guardians had wallowed, it seemed, they had not trained. They were not ready, as they had thought. It was an unfortunate decision, to save one and yet leave be the rest of the generation, if the purple dragon was to fail, all would be in vain. But there he was again, wedged between a crucial decision. Placing claws, careful and precisely around the purple egg, he mumbled to the ancients to forgive them if this was all to be in vain, and so, he turned around, sharply.
Spreading his wings, he pushed upwards with a last effort - fly, he did, breaking through the ceiling, holding the egg close to his body. Debris hit him, creating injuries across his body and tears in his wings, he cringed and yet he was already numb from the battles he had fought and magic he had exhausted. Brief images – blurs – of his fellow guardians, his friends, fought, a clash of metal and elements, of the savage and the guardians.
He flew, he flew for so long – the scenery shifted, and finally he was in a place that seemed untouched by the dark forces. Miraculous, perhaps they had hope after all. With a slight, agelast smile - his wings trembled and gave way, finally. He rolled so that it was his spine that received the blunt of the impact. His vision blurred, flickered as he held on ever so tightly to the egg. Grasp growing weak, he slowly let go...
“Ignitus,” a scratchy, razor-edged voice breathed...
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