What if there is but one person left to save the world? And if he's but a small boy?
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Land of the Dragon
Tales from another World
Part One: Tremblings of Fate
Prelude
Long ago, men and women could soar over ocean and land on feathered wings, and were considered lord of the skies, living in perfect harmony with the griffin, wyvern, pegasi and the prodigious dragon. They ran through field and valley on four legs along side of the mighty unicorn, they swung in trees, and could walk on water, learning the speech and songs of the whale and dolphin.
In these times, there was no war, no odium, no malevolence. Almighty, was the ancient balance in which none craved more than they could receive.
But the fragile poise in Juuan, as all denizens called this Emerald World, was disrupted. An avid struggle was unleashed amidst Gods. Greater Good was conquest and supremacy. None of the divine yielded, both Overlords had been lost in mźlée for the love of a creature as perfect as could be. Mortal, fragile as this creature might seem, searching for her inner strength, the love both Gods held for Lakris, Empress of Dragons, lingered far beyond au fait.
The Empress needed to be free, a steady wind guiding her, morning star spreading a celestial corona, emitted from her very being, sun warming, feeding her wings, nurturing the depths of her existence. Captivity would break her throbbing perfection, shatter her heart, deterioration would consume her essence.
Rahn, Lord of Nimbus, Deity of Light and Compassion, let her rise on a gentle aquatic breeze, only to love her still.
Fraehar, Lord of Darkness, Deity of Thunder and Squall, should possess her, curb her, control her, only to love himself.
The Empress in this manner rejected him.
Fraehar, Lord of Darkness, howled with vehemence and smite, henceforth spreading out wings of darkness and dismay over the world for three hundred years yet.
The Lord conveyed upon a spiteful herald, shrouded in a macabre ebon cloak, attended by thousands of raven and vultures, acid with devil wit.
Dragon Slayer, wrapping up the light shed by perpetual longing of hidden dragons. Dragon Slayer, embracing the power of dark, protruding heart and soul of the Winged Force at the tip of his double-edged sword. Dragon Slayer, shattering Artisan's Hourglass of Vivacity, martyr of Dragons, killing them without guilt or repentance.
Discord feeding upon thirst for redemption and imminent crave for salvation, was delivered amidst populace of a once so peaceful Juuan.
The courageous Ba Huta Lan, Nurturers of Dragon, pulled back into the shadows of weald.
Ya Su, gentle tribes, playing upon the sound and beauty of all, hid in caverns and chinks in the deepest of valleys, far from the dark force emitted by the Prince of Darkness, the Dragon Slayer.
The Wolves of Justice, Unicorns and Pegasi, held their ground firmly and steadily, bound to the surface, never preferring the blood red skies whence Dragon Slayer was chieftain Moloch.
Malice and fear dispelled them at an extent not even the Gods themselves could avert or thwart. The Land of the Dragon, was no more.
Lord Rahn, however, was a merciful Deity, who loved his Creation dearly.
To equal Faehar, he spawned Seven Stone Eyes, one for each of his people.
Seven Angels, the Illundi, would grant each of these Seven Eyes to the Children of Rahn.
Chanūtč nai Igūrin, Eye of Justice, was handed to the Ūvan, the Wolves. Illundi awarded the Ya Su, Human, with Serėnūrr nai Igūrin, the Eye of Vanity. One of the Illundi assigned the Ba Huta Lan from the vast woodlands as keepers of Machrinėi nai Igūrin, the Eye of Knowledge. Handing the fourth Eye, the Eye of Freedom or Saiū nai Igūrin, to the Ralintūän or Horses, the Illundi gave the Eye of Life -'S Illiėi nai Igūrin- to Dolphins. The Faeries received the sixth jewel, Eye of Death or Handėi nai Igūrin, and the Wyvern were given the task to protect and use the Himnėi nai Igūrin, the Eye of Fury.
The Creator did not forget about the Kobolds as they acquired the Link, officiating as bond between all Seven, connection to the divine powers within all Eyes.
Lord Rahn was no foolish Creator, and therefore furnaced an Eighth gem personally, a jewel more powerful and of greater stature than any of the other Eyes. Forged in the internal fires of Faehar's Dome, near Grendar, Crossing's Mount.
Hillmėi nai Igūrin, the Eye of Wisdom, or Allseeing Eye was put under the bearing of the Illundi themselves.
With renewed force bestowed amidst his Creation, Rahn appeared to have won at least this battle as the Dragon Slayer was halted at the entrance of the northern highlands. But he had not won the war, yet.
Fed by indignity, Faehar hatched a sinful plot greater and more profound than anything at extant. The world would tremble to its foundations like never before.
| Date | Name | Comment | | | 17 Jan 2003 | Anneke Hut | Loading...You are really a very talented writer, Jorieke. Where on earth have you found all these extremely fantastic names, you have given to your heroes? Jorieke 'JoSav' Savelkouls replies: "I found them all in the deep ends of my imagination, Anneke.
I like making up languages, names and deep thoughts of religion that has never existed. So, you like them? XD
thank you so much for reading!" | |
| 22 Jan 2003 | Emily Grist | Loading...I agree with the person above me! You are a very talented writer!!! Wow, this really captures you... I'd love to see the rest of this... And the names are wonderfully fit with the characters!! Oh I am so jealous!! Jorieke 'JoSav' Savelkouls replies: "Hey don't be! You are a great writer! I will try to post more as soon as I can but first I need to wait for my other ticket to be prosessed. I'm very very glad you liked it. I'll post more now " | |
| 30 Jul 2003 | Gregg"Sarafina" DeMattos | Loading...Would someone give me a hankie before I-I-I Ooops sorry Jorieke.:....()....*teardrop rolls off his chin* Jorieke 'JoSav' Savelkouls replies: "Oh no! What happened?" | |
| 27 Dec 2003 | D Joelle Duran | Loading...Making up names, let alone words, is a talent I sorely lack...so reading this was like romping in a treasure trove. Delightful! The world you portray seems a lavish and exquisite one. | |
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