OHNOEZ YAMI IS MAKING ANOTHER FIC THREAD, HIDE THE CRITICS HIDE THE CAKE HIDE THE PIE AND HIDE EVERYTHING ELSE FROM ENIVETABLE [lol typo] FLAME WAR DEVELOPMENT!!!
Ok drama over;
Warnings of Possible: Death, Violence, Gore, Fantasy-shmancy plot holes, dragons, cliffs, falling rocks, poisonous snakes, unicorns, slight Yaoi/ghey/gay/OMG MANXMAN?! and other various crap including a wtf-able plot.
Characters @ Me or Zephyr .. tf did you have to make a hard to spell name, SANDRA DRAGONEYE. So there >.> edit: Curse you sandra for editing my post!
Raiting is R. FOR A GOD DAMN REASON IF WARNING DID NOT HINT PEOPLE.
Table Of Contents
Prologue: A Legend In Blood Status: Up
Chapter One: Cursed Life Status: Up
Chapter Two: Darkness Creeps Status: Up
Chapter Three: The Coming Flood Status: Up
Chapter Four: [To Be Titled] Status: In Progress
Also forgive me if it's crap, haven't wrote anything really serious like this for like, five months. Or more. Lol.
A Legend in Blood
It is said that the day after the god created the world, he created four sacred beasts first. They were the Phoenix, Dragon, Griffon and Unicorn. And upon each was placed power, immortality and the charge to watch over the world their creator had made. They were dubbed sacred and above the touch of any mortals hand. And with that, the one that had made the world, the four to watch over it and those that would inhabit it, retreated from view. Taking a rest as to do what was done took alot of power out of the being.
Days of its absense, turned into weeks, which turned into months. Then years. Centuries. And finally Millenia. But still the four watched, ever faithful, ever paitent. But soon the world seemed to become to much to watch even for the four, to many conflicts happening, to many people deaf to their words. To many that turned their backs upon them and stopped believing in their creator. Dark times fell onto the creatures as the hearts of the creations, became stronger then the will of their creator.
Centuries trickled by, the Four Guardians started to become slow and dumb, for when the humans abandond their god, their god, abandond them, and consequently, those that had been made to watch over them. But mankind was still fearful to try and take down the last remains of the touch of the god in their world, as while they had become no smarter then a beast of burden they still held terrible power.
But on man decided, he would do such a feat. For one of them, had ransacked his village. Stolen his cattle, burned homes, and killed his sister in its attack. Enraged at her death at the beasts claws and teeth, the man took it upon himself to bring the corrupt beast to justice. Long and hard was his journey. For far away did the creature's lair rest.
But months, years, however long it took him, he found the creature. Sleeping like the lazy, evil thing it was, the silver and black beast slept unawares of the man that crept closer. Blade raising, eyes glinting for revenge that would finally come and strike the creature down. For even if it held power. Even if it was able to eat three cows in a single gulp thanks to those horrifying teeth filled jaws.
It was no longer immortal.
The blade came down.
The creature roared in pain, but even as it tried to lash out, the sword had finished cutting through hits neck, severing head from body. Blood sprayed everywhere, including onto the man. And while the creature had been beheaded, there was still power in its blood, flesh and dying mind that suddenly was clear of the haze that had befallen it for so long.
And with a rattling hiss, that was the leaking air from its bloody neck, the head spoke. ‘You will gain power. You will gain status. You will have wealth beyond your dreams. But you nor your children. Nor their children or children's children and so forth, will never obtain what you truely desire. ’
And with a last rattle of death from the final dredge of air from its lungs, the eyes faded and glazed over. And the Dragon was dead.
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She was dying. She knew it, she could feel it. A writhing evil that slithered and creeped through her belly. Sending ice shard like chills through her body as the slimey feeling continued to creep closer and closer up, towards her heart. The woman knew she would never live to see the child born to this vile thing, but she did not blame the child, not anymore.
For she would be free of the evil that used her body to draw further strength and nurishment for the child growing within her, then normally should. But she realised the true victim, was her unborn. Not even five months along, and already destined to be a slave to the wicked curse its father had gained. She looked to her husband, already mad with power as he giddily told her what they would do once the babe was born. But the woman was smarter then her husband. She had heard the words said by the dying dragon, even if he had died years before her husband had found and married her. Before he had gone mad.
She heard the whisper in her dreams, and it got louder with every day that came closer to when the child would be birthed into the world.
Looking away from her husband, and ignoring the unnatural chill that she could feel her rounding stomach had taken, the woman laid a hand upon her belly, wishing to the other guardians, to even their creator, that he would find it in his heart, to spare this child. Some how, some way.
... But on the bed where she gave life, and had it taken away from her, in her last moments, the woman realised, forgiveness, even for her, was a long, long way away...