Chapter One: Beginning of The End- Final Draft   

 

“Hear that, my friend. It is

the call of the war drum. Thump,

Thump, a heartbeat and

it summons me to war”

-Arajuan to Socrates

A man with icy blue eyes and short salt and peppered hair gazed from a dark, tall, and jagged throne. He held a cherry wood scepter with carved woody thorns and a large garnet stone. The gem itself pulsed with cloudy swirls as if alive. He wore a deep navy robe with a dragon clasp at the neck and silver thread lining the sleeves. His aged face twisted into a bitter grimace as he tapped the armrest of his throne with impatience.

The room was a dismal, bare space; on the wall to the right hung a painting of a dark oily Asian Lung and its partner, a young man with dark brown-black hair and similar piercing eyes. Displayed in a corner was a mannequin dressed in an elaborate inlaid silver breastplate with a blue jeweled dragon design and an attached black roman style war kilt. On the mannequin’s head was a helmet with ornate blue and silver feathers.

A long, burgundy carpet led to the throne from the large oak wood entry doors. On either side stood two sturdy dirty-blonde haired identical elf-orc guards, their armour jagged in a way that appeared covered with needles and thorns. Their noses were semi-flat, and their lower canines jutted over their top lips. When the doors opened, the grey-haired man turned his attention to the one who entered.

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Prologue- Final Draft

 

“Come listen to my tale, lest

we forget the horrors of the Dragon Wars.”

-Mika Tsuki

Napidő 28, Holdi időszaka

In the annals of history many great wars were fought and forgotten. Kingdoms would rise, and they would fall but our world was not the birthplace of war. The Divines, the first race through which all races were born, were a peaceful science driven race. They set out to travel worlds and found Gaia. They lived amongst the mortals and Gaia became a magical place where the inhabitants honored the Divines and Dragons. In return, we blessed them and guided them. Both worlds lived in harmony with the pulse of the universe.

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Innocence: An Aldaria Journal

Innocence: An Aldaria Journal

By Damien Knight

Napidő 4, Nyǻ Közep

I loved like no other man but my heart was shattered. I wanted to be a villain. No, I was told I was the villain and so I believed.  I became bitter. I committed acts of bitterness and believed them to be evil. She saw past the bitterness. It wasn’t right away. In her eyes I was a monster, the demon of her nightmares. But, I was also her comfort. She did not…

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Dilong of the Earth : Aldaria Snippet

Dilong of the Earth : Aldaria Snippet

By Damien Knight

Some dragons are wind, some are water, some are fire, but me I’m Earth. I breathe life. I am all that shines and grows green in the sun. Let the vines rise, the flowers bloom and the trees grow tall and thick. I am the ancient Dilong that oversees all. Amongst the council none can say they themselves were born of Gaia the divine. When the first dragons came to be we were born of…

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Dilong of the Earth : Aldaria Snippet

By Damien Knight

Some dragons are wind, some are water, some are fire, but me I’m Earth. I breathe life. I am all that shines and grows green in the sun. Let the vines rise, the flowers bloom and the trees grow tall and thick. I am the ancient Dilong that oversees all. Amongst the council none can say they themselves were born of Gaia the divine. When the first dragons came to be we were born of gods. Let us remember we and them are the same and let there be peace.

Rekindled: An Aldaria Journal

Rekindled: An Aldaria Journal.

By Damien Knight Ayana walked through the shopping mall. It had been weeks since her and Koraki spoke. The argument was over a simple cup of coffee but Ayana had built rage and stored it. She left distancing herself from him and her hand maiden, Sallandra. Ayana wondered if Koraki was with another woman now? Her stomach turned. The idea of someone else in his arms made her sick with jealousy but…

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Rekindled: An Aldaria Journal

By Damien Knight

Ayana walked through the shopping mall. It had been weeks since her and Koraki spoke. The argument was over a simple cup of coffee but Ayana had built rage and stored it. She left distancing herself from him and her hand maiden, Sallandra.

Ayana wondered if Koraki was with another woman now? Her stomach turned. The idea of someone else in his arms made her sick with jealousy but she didn’t dare tell him these thoughts.

Ayana wandered into a store that carried dark clothes and odd jewelry. She glanced at a red and black corset dress. Maybe this would keep her mind off him. She then heard a cashier talk to another costumer.

“Can I help you today?”

Ayana panicked when a familiar baritone replied. Why was he here? He pointed to tongue rings in the case.

“Oh.Yes, I would like the purple ones there please.” He said, “And the black brow ring too.”

“Let me get those out for you.” She answered.

The cashier went to get the key to unlock it. Ayana hid in the clearance area her heart pounding. She wasn’t sure she was ready to confront Koraki yet. She wasn’t sure she could look him in the eye. A brow ring, she thought, He pierced his brow? She wanted to see if it looked good, to touch it. Just then the voice interrupted her thoughts.

“I know you are there Ayana,” He said.

Ayana stepped out and gave a shy wave. Koraki smiled as the lady unlocked the case and retrieved the jewelry. Koraki pointed to his brow.

“Come, take a look at what I did,” He laughed.

“Did it hurt Koraki?” She whispered.

Ayana crept closer and placed a finger on it. Koraki’s behavior perplexed her. He acted like nothing was wrong. How did he forgive so easy?

“Yeah, a bit. I mean they shoved a needle in my eye. I missed you, Princess. What you been up too?”

Ayana followed him as he went to the cash register to pay.

“Watching the kids, shopping, talking to Mum.”

Koraki nodded, then turned to look at her. His blue eyes warmed to her. Without saying a thing, he hugged her and let go.

“That’s fantastic! Seems like things are going good then for you?” He grinned.

“No, No Koraki they aren’t.” She blurted, “I don’t want to be alone to be without you.”

“You left on your own and whenever you feel ready, I am always there for you. Now come if you choose I am going to the food court for a bite to eat.”

Ayana nodded and followed. He was so confident she had no idea that as he spoke he doubted that she would come back to him. She didn’t know how much he missed her. Koraki sat down and she sat next to him.

“So um, yeah I am not really good at this but Ayana…” He trailed.

“Yes.”

“Sura, I,” He blushed, “I would like to ask you out on a date. What do you think?”

Koraki had brushed her hair from her face. Ayana gazed back confused, he even called her Sura.

“What is a date? I Have never heard of this. What do you do on dates?”

“Well when a guy likes a girl, he’s supposed to ask her out. Like, take her to movie or go to dinner. Um, I never was good at that though, asking a girl. Guess I don’t like hearing no. But I will take the chance with you. I love you.”

“A movie sounds nice. I would love to see the next “Harry Potter” movie. Do you want to see it?”

He nodded, “Actually I wanted to see the new Pirates movie. Want to go this Friday?”

Ayana squealed in surprise at this and threw her arms around him.

“Yes, oh Yes! I can’t wait.”

“Perfect so see you Friday then? You know you can call me anytime you want right?”

Ayana’s face dropped and an air of seriousness filled them. She lowered her head and spoke with soft hesitance.

“Koraki, should we stay um separate then for a while?”

“Oh, living arrangements. Um, yes prolly. We have smothered each other, Ayana. I apologize for expecting too much of you. Now,” He stood up, “Give me a hug.”

Ayana hugged him tight and she looked up into his eyes. Koraki smiled, a grin so evil, so corrupted, and yet that jagged gleam brought her comfort. He pulled her in and she kissed those dark lips. He had forgiven her and still loved her. They could make this right, she could be his again.

“I love you, Koraki,” She whispered.

“I know.”

Koraki vanished from her arms. Ayana’s heart pounded as her the emptiness once more filling her. No, she had to think positive. She was still his after all.