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Dragon Warrior: Origins

Suddenly, I find myself standing upon a mountain top, wearing chainmeal and scaled leather armor, the wind blowing snow all around me. Squinting across the harsh white landscape, checkered only with rich brown-red stone, I can make out an enormous yet solemn figure 100 feet in front of me.

I can make out an enormous yet solemn figure 100 feet in front of me.

The large white beast shutters with every breath, its pain and exhaustion apparent – it doesn’t stir at all from its slumped position as I move straight towards its large horned head, pulling my sword from my side as I walk.

I do not hesitate, plunging the blade straight through the skull of this majestic dragon. Its pain and torment finally subside with its last labored exhalation. Retrieving my sword, I immediately walk the long length of its neck, the shimmering splendour of its scales dimming with every step, until I plunge my sword yet again through its chest – this time keeping the entry shallow and slicing all the way down its powerful breast.

Reaching through the bones, I find the dragon’s heart, still hot with life and magick. I pull the massive organ from the carcass and watch as the other remains dissipate into a cloud of sparkling dust, swirling around with the snow in the wickedly bitter wind. I take the heart into both hands and make my promises before smearing it over every part of myself, covering my head, face and body in its powerful blood.

My journey back down the mountain is completed quickly, as if I am being carried by a force greater than any strength I possess. I arrive at the edge of a village, full of intuitive knowing. Those who poisoned and tortured the creature live here.

Still holding the massive heart, I stand at the edge of the community, opening my mouth to allow all righteous power to flow freely through me. Not a sound. Not a tremor. Yet not a guilty soul was spared as the frequency of justice poured forth in countless waves of intensity and saturation.

Dozens fell dead right where they stood, sat or laid in comfortable ignorance.

Dozens fell dead right where they stood, sat or laid in comfortable ignorance.
Children come forth from their homes, innocence seemingly entranced by the same glory that killed all those with evil in their hearts. I begin to walk again, right through the center of the newly purified town. More and more souls come out into the unforgiving cold to watch me blaze my trial. They say nothing but begin to follow in my footsteps.

At the far edge of the settlement I find a young black dragon, chained out in the elements. Metallic purple and green swirling about in its soft tender scales with the same intensity of the blowing snow that surrounds us. I offer the juvenile beast the heart of its mother, which it consumes in one swallow without a single bite or any chewing. In less than a moment it grows to twice the size of its ancestors, its scales hardening – the chains that once held it shattering instantaneously as it transforms.

It bows its head low and for a brief time I rest my forehead against its gargantuan brow. We speak in silence and share our grief with one another completely. Once the time for sadness has passed, I climb upon its broad shoulders to gaze out across the desolate landscape once more. Looking for the first time into the desperate faces of the remaining villagers.

With full understanding, the great black dragon rears up beneath me, letting out its own powerful call high into the frozen air.

With full understanding, the great black dragon rears up beneath me, letting out its own powerful call high into the frozen air. The magick of its roar infects the land with a healing warmth and thawing begins, soon followed by growing as an abundance of lush vegetation overtakes everything, affecting even father beyond our abilities of sight.

Once assured of its blessing, this most mystical of beings takes to the sky. We fly back to the mountain top, now covered in a dense jungle, to rest upon the place of mother dragon’s sacrifice. The new righteous rulers of a new blessed land, I recline upon the beast – it is my throne and I am its crown. Together we reign with the promises of unlimited prosperity, unending love and eternal peace.

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