Dragon Wars Of Drēván

Pt. 1 - The Beginning of All Things.

In the Beginning, before the

Universe...

There was nothing. But, in the

Nothing was something.

Something that existed with the

Nothing, laying dormant.

Unknown. Unfound. Untouched.

Until...

It happened. An awakening of

Energy. It knew. It's will would

Create the fabric of time and set

Matter into place.

According to intricate design.

Mathematical precision and

Formula. A new Law for the

Cosmos. A profound nonstop

Evolution of life.

The deepest understanding of

All things. Air, Water, Earth, Fire,

Ice, Life and Death itself would be

In harmony with it's counterparts.

The something that opposed the

Nothing. It's name for all to see.

The soul essence of everything,

Henceforth shall be named, Qi.

Tiny particles of energy, both

Of light and darkness.

Brought together in perfect

Balance. This is where the heart is.

It's essence is of that which

Existed, but was not yet aware.

Now it's hurling stars around,

Creating galaxys everywhere.

Watchers of both time and

Space, A special creation.

Created with eyes and face,

To witness what's been done.

Wings to defy certain laws,

And power in it's voice.

Everything that shares the Qi,

Must have it's own free choice.

It's tail has authority to

Govern the stars...

It's claws shred the fabric

Of time.

It's wisdom will be in it's heart,

Intelligence in it's mind.

There shall be other living beings,

A species so devine.

As well as other celestial things,

That mankind shall not bind.

As it is, So shall it be, that Life

Had awakened then.

Once it is, It never shall see,

The knowledge of an end.

Drēván will be the dimensional

Place, Even Dragons need a home.

To keep watch over all things

T'were made, and all things to be

Shown.

To Be Continued...

Pt. 2 - The Responsibility Of Forever

Order must be the formula,

Or Chaos and destruction reign.

What was once separated,

Must be made whole again.

If there is disturbance in the

Qi's harmonic flow.

Disorder and disfunction

Are the results that will show.

All action has reaction, the

Consequences of free will.

Maintains it's satisfaction,

In the choices we fulfill. 

To be everywhere at once,

And a part of everything.

To see beyond the boundaries.

To know even things unseen.

To be the cause that brings

The universe into exposing light.

Depart the silent darkness, with

Burning balls that light the night.

Ultimately responsible for all

That is known and has been made.

But with responsibility, there

Are things that are forbade.

 

This law was placed into the

Fabric of all the things that are.

From the sun, to a planet's moon,

To the farthest galactic star.

If a fraction of the equation

Was to accidentally get missed.

Everything throughout the

Universe would cease to exist.

Creating a fragile balance

Between life and physical death.

The pendulum of time, ticks

By with every creatures breath.

Establishing a back door for their

Movement throughout space.

Incorporating wisdom in the

Watchers of the Human Race.

Keepers of forbidden magic,

Boundaries set for man.

Loyal to the Creator's cause,

The Justice that it demands.

An infinite existence for the

Watchers of worlds.

The celestial witness to a

Universe unfurled.

The Dragon's authority it doth

Proclaim. It's watchers in the sky.

What can stop the Dragon's reign,

If their power goes awry.

To Be Continued...

Pt. 3 - The Rebellion

After all has been established,

Set in place, and all been done.

More species were created, To

Acknowledge and serve the One.

Ranks of celestial entities to

Monitor and manage laws applied.

Forever bound to the symbient

Energy we all have deep inside.

Hosts of Glorious beings to 

Forever sing and praise It's name.

It went on for centuries until a

Dragon fell, for lust of fame.

The Earth had been the birth place

Of the Creator's greatest pride.

It looked upon the Earthling's face,

The way a husband sees his bride.

The constant admiration of this

Created mortal lesser being.

Jealousy and envy birthed an

Evil in the Dragon, Drãgùeine.

It's thoughts begin to form a plot

Against the One that made all things.

It's what he sought, caused his

Heart to rot, brought darkness to

Human Beings.

A time of pain and suffering,

Like never was seen before.

No one knew what misery,

Was crouched outside their door.

Early civilizations had become

The treasure of planet, Earth.

But rust will soon destroy if

Not appreciated for it's worth.

Vanity and greed became the

Offspring of the Dragon's evil.

A perverted seed, within the

Dragon's heart did start to grow.

Soon, it was withdrawn from the

Decisions made by Dragon peers.

His face became distorted...

His speech, replaced by evil jeers.

It soon was known by the Dragon's

Council, Drãgùeine had turned.

Addressed the One, the Creator

Of all, This Council's real concern.

No place in the Heavens can

There be for rebellious war.

The Dragon was bound, then

Cast out, The start of Dragon Wars.

The Dragon, now a symbol

Of destructions evil plan.

This one, Drãgùeine is now

The enemy of man.

To Be Continued...

Pt. 4 - Drēván Devided

Corruption starts out small,

But spreads just like a fire.

Those that are affected, fall.

Victims of the King of Liars.

Tricky and manipulating,

Instigating a rebelious soul.

Guilty of participating,

And filling a Usurper's roll.

The darkness that had grown,

Within Drãgùeine's heart.

The result of dark particles,

Not staying apart.

Energy is harmless, when

Left to it's natural state.

When harvested... Assembled,

It no longer stays innate.

Power starts to build around

The place where it is drawn.

It's there, where Magic plays,

Until the energy's power is gone.

The difference in the power,

Depends on dark and light.

Trusting those that live by day,

Fearing shadows in the night.

Lesser Dragons did the bidding,

Of the Council's many needs.

Smaller in size, weaker in will,

A variety of specific breeds.

Some were servants of the

Council, some enforce the Law.

Others had the task of 

Keeping balance to it all.

The chosen of these lesser

Dragon's given elemental rule.

Watchers of both fire and

Ice, life, death and darkness too.

Influence was made upon the

Thoughts of weaker minds.

Soon, a large part of Drēván,

Was showing ominous signs.

The planet, now infested with

A darkness so corrupt.

The Council's home was hemorr-

Haging, Volcano's to erupt.

If not for a magic, so unique,

And so devine.

The Dragon Council's home world.

There'd be nothing left to find.

A war had just begun.

Hand Drēván over, their demand.

To undo It's Creation.

And forever destroy the soul of man.

To Be Continued...

Pt. 5 - Cast out of Eternity

The awakening of evil,

Wanting power for oneself.

Trading things we cannot see,

For fame, control and wealth.

Obsessed with that which to

Obtain, no matter what the cost.

To be the cause of suffering,

The inner moral voice is lost.

The darkness permeates and

Eats the essence of It's light.

Innocence becomes the prey,

To things that hunt at night.

The very nature of existence,

Threatened by disruption.

To not know what the reason is,

For chaos and destruction.

Sudden revelation that the

Darkness eats at what is made.

The resulting devastation, of the

Darkned magic, t'was forbade.

Eternal opposition in the

Essences of energy.

A nonstop constant battle for

Position in the galaxy.

Balance must be always kept,

The Scale Keeper cannot stray.

If it was to lose it's function,

Darkness would take light away.

The gates of the Heavens,

They hath tore down.

There's the blood of the

Innocent, staining the ground.

Woe to Mankind, for the

Dragon's rage is death.

Cast out from the vine,

The Curse is in his breath.

The Dragon Council summoned,

To the Creator of light and time.

With a special combination of

Power, the darkness was confined.

Drãgùeine was bound, and

Held. A decision had been made.

A punishment for this mutiny,

A penance must be paid.

Eternity is grafted in the 

Dragon's magical heart.

Without it, the dark energy,

Slowly tears a life force apart.

What was once to live forever,

Has fallen from It's grace.

No more way to hide the evil,

On the Dragon's face.

Reduced down to the lifespan

Of his lesser cousin wyvern.

At the end of kilo annum,

Death is the payment earned.

Dragon's falling from the sky,

For every eye to see.

What's this mean for you or I,

Mankind's deadly enemy.

To Be Continued...

Pt. 6 - Earth, A Prison

For every action, there is reaction,

The start of a chain of events.

Every movement ever made,

Is momentum for time to exist.

The constant ever flowing river

Of life and energy.

Is the essence of the heart and

Soul and it's all because of Qi.

When darkness starts to make

Up the very essence of a being.

The heart will die, the soul is

Lost, we lose eternity.

Drãgùeine was cursed to live

As mortal species do.

The lifespan of the Wyvern,

Was now his lifespan too.

A spell was placed upon the

Evil heart of Drãgùeine.

Removed, then encased in some-

Thing Humans have never seen.

The first of many objects seen

By men to hit the ground.

The Age of Dragons Falling,

Makes for Legends to confound.

The heart of Drãgùeine had been

Frozen, but not like ice.

A special spell of cryogenics,

And ancient words spoke twice.

Cast out using a magical force

That buried it at the core.

A power that should not be

Used, and never will be anymore.

Unaccessible to the most

Intelligent of all beings.

To ensure the final penance,

Of the Dragon, Drãgùeine.

The lesser Dragons that fell

With him, will rot into the earth.

Never to be whole again, to

Be stripped of all their worth.

Death is not an option for

The One who knows no lie.

For every event, there's conse-

Quence, the reason that we die.

The hourglass has started,

Time will lose it's sand.

The ebb and flow of life and death.

A beginning and an end.

To Be Continued...

Pt. 7 - Hell On Earth

'Woe to you inhabitants,

Of the continent of Tòr Taliciél.

The time has come to witness

The result of greed and evil.

Murder in your hearts, you

Shall no longer have exemption.

For every single evil act,

There must also be redemption.

You've turned from serving

Others, to exploit the innocent.

The Fallen Dragon, Drãgùeine,

Is also mankinds punishment.'

Lesser Dragons did the bidding

Of their greater counterparts.

The Fallen Dragon knew, he

Had to win over their hearts.

Still imbued with magic in

The essence of their being.

To be the penance, man must

Pay, and fulfill early Prophecy.

Though, they only have one

Kilo Annum since they fell.

That is enough time for him to

Find his heart and break the spell.

'The Demon God has come!

Look, Up in the sky!

His raging Fire is deadly!

With Reaper's wings, It flies.'

People had to go into hiding.

Taking refuge into the earth.

Decimating towns, cities igniting,

From the fire and the weight of

His girth.

Drãgùeine's rage, unquenchable.

Many of men's seasons, He flew

All around.

But Human's are very adaptable.

They raised up their Champions

To bring Drãgùeine down.

As lesser Dragons fell by the new

Found knowledge of hardened steel.

Drãgùeine was searching, for his

Wyvern cousins to make a deal.

He'd win over their allegiance.

It was them against this species

Called man.

He talked in a slippery way, only

Serpents can understand.

Another Sunrise, more time spent.

Tòr Taliciél, I would not go.

Everywhere the Dragon went,

Hell is sure to follow.

To Be Continued...

Pt. 8 - Forbidden Knowledge

As the battle rages on between

Dragon and Human.

There are things in this universe,

We're not supposed to understand.

The result of these Wyvern battles,

The essences left behind.

A catalist for the magic spells

Obtained by human minds.

Power that should never fall

Into the hands of ones so young.

Words that man should never

Speak. Only by the Dragon tongue.

In times of darkness, light won't

Show, things born in the dark.

Near a region, where men don't go,

Insanity makes it mark.

The terror in the air around where

A wyvern had been slain.

Is enough to saturate the ground,

Evil essences remain.

A Hermit Magic User lived

Amoungst the twisted trees.

Fumbled upon an ancient word,

Essences begun harvesting.

There is knowledge in the Wise

Man's sayings, Water is your friend.

But if you allow it to overtake

You, Drowning will be your end.

The dark energy swiftly corrupts,

Even the purest of souls.

The magic was strong so it didn't

Take long. Evil would swallow him whole.

Humanity gone. The shell of a

Man. Madness has taken it's place.

What has been done in such a short

Span. Sucked the life out of his face.

He now spends his time, following

Signs. Places where power awaits.

Knowledge forbidden, In scrolls

That were hidden. Now they will seal

His fate.

Possessed by evil powers that were

Once a wyverns heart.

Joining with the enemy to help

Him tear this world apart.

The darkness in the Hermit grows,

Absorbing all he can.

Who can say just what he knows,

But it's not meant for a man.

Dragon's have no place on earth,

 Or their homeworld of Drēván.

Can magicka release the Curse,

If cast by a human.

To Be Continued...

 Pt. 9 - The Early Plains of Aidüeli

As the countryside was being

Ravashed by the Dragon's fire.

There's still a lot of regions,

Untouched by The King of Liars.

Thriving little villages breeding

Strong, fierce, fighting men.

All the young recruits with hearts

Of lions and great ambition.

As it were, An Edict had been

Sent out by the local King.

' Wanted! Every man and

Warrior! Come to Aidüeli.

Bring your steel, and burial gold.

Your sword, bow and shield.

Defend your homeland, Die

With honor, and earn your place 

In the Elysian Fields. '

An unnaturally strong young Clans-

Man. Accepted a warriors call.

He would make sure his people

Were safe, then ride out, come fall.

His body was disproportionate,

His arms much bigger than the rest.

His mum said he was fortunate,

A Champions heart in his chest.

There were whispers amongst the

Locals. Something that fell from the sky.

No one dared to go near the place

Where the darkness is blacker than night.

But, cowardice won't save a family's

Home from evil and destruction.

Favor is given to those that atone,

And stop the spread of corruption.

This thriving clansmen's village,

Was all this young man knew.

Now t'was time to prove his worth,

As a warrior through and through.

He saddled up his steed, with

Three companions, he did ride.

One suns ride across the plains,

Across the river to the other side.

As the sun went down, the once

Plush ground, turned into ashy dirt.

The air got hot, the closer they got,

And realized a wyvern was hurt.

It saw the men approaching,

Raised itself up and tried to fly.

As they were encroaching, it let

A shout out that pierced the sky.

Wyvern claws are slashing, shields

Are smashing all around.

Steel swords are stabbing, arrows

Forcing it to the ground.

A furocious swing, a severed wing,

Gives the men the upper hand.

One final thrust. The sword will

Bring, peace back to this land.

The Watchers are completely

Stunned.

So much life in a mortal man.

Humanity don't deserve to

Be shunned.

From the Everlasting Council of

Dragons.

To Be Continued...

Pt. 10 - The Wyvern's Claw

Returning home victorious, The

Warrior's grand reward.

People shouting out the name

Of the Champion and his sword.

'Goüri', 'Goüri'. In you our faith

Is well deserved.

The Bards will tell a story, how

You slew the demonic bird.

You see, Goüri, means 'lucky',

As well as lucky charm.

The kind of luck and fortune,

That can keep one out of harm.

During the battle, a Wyvern's Claw,

Was broken off on his shield.

He took it to his local shaman,

And had his momentum imbued.

And so the story goes how Goüri,

And his Clansmen crew.

Traveled around the countryside,

And all the Wyverns that they slew.

But little did they know, that

Another also seeks these things.

Harvesting the power from these

Beasts with Dragon's wings.

Soon, these Two will meet,

Another chapter in this prophecy.

For now, the story focus is on

The Champion of Aidüeli.

Another season passed, Not a

Single report of Drãgùeine.

It's as if he's dissapeared,

Are Human's granted victory?

The land, it starts to heal,

People mourn, but life goes on.

The farmer farms, the Shepard's

Flocks have new grass to graise on.

Rebuild and refortify, put every-

Thing back in place.

Relocate the people from the

Areas laid to waste.

Raise an army. Erect the watch

Towers. Build an alarm. The land

We will scour.

This is the hour, and trial of man.

The Heavens are watching,

We'll make our demand.

Humans have heart, but are

Weak against magic.

To even the odds, gonna take

More than a hat trick.

Spells, Runes, Charms and

Wards and other magical things.

Gifts of sight, One's that warn,

And magical life forms with wings.

The Earth is such a wonderous

Place.

As long as the balance is stable.

I'd love to see the look on your

Face, if you're truly following

This fable.

To Be Continued...

Pt. 11 - The Fires of Mt. Pérsèthni

The Hermit was a mortal,

But was no ordinary man.

Dark Essences for countless

Moons, twisted his homeland.

This place that I must speak of,

Is a dark part of this tale.

Mt. Pérsèthni is the home,

Where evil hellhounds wail.

An active large volcano, any

Time soon, it could erupt.

Building up more pressure as

The land becomes more corrupt.

Fire is a destructive nature

One of the essences of Qi.

When combined with spells of

Light, it creates combustable energy.

Summoned to remains of

Molten lava to take form.

Timing is involved, It must be

Done, while the lava's warm.

The twisted evil aftermath,

A blasphemy that shouldn't exist.

The product of the spell t'was

Cast, to aid the Hermit, Sorcerer Xyësis.

Summoning the essences of

The wyverns that remain.

His only task, his only goal,

More power to obtain.

After all this time has passed,

A dozen Wyvern's fell.

Line by line, the spell is cast,

To steal from the Dragon's Well.

The power that is taken was

Never meant for mortal man.

We're often mistaken, seeking to

Control what we don't understand.

Xyësis knows the unknown now. A

Powerful force that is living inside.

A coexistence, that shouldn't allow.

Powerful energies that often collide.

The constant battle of keeping the

Opposite energies contained within.

Endless amounts of blood sacrifice

To ensure that His Master will win.

On a dark and rainy night.

Underneath a faded lamp light.

A twisted finger points at you.

Will you run? What would you do?

Better fight with all your might.

Gaurd your soul, hold on real tight.

Hope your aim is precise and true.

Or the hellhounds of Xyësis,

Will bring death to you.

To Be Continued...

Pt. 12 - An Unholy Pact. Act I

The countryside is quiet, like

A calm before a storm.

Accept for occasional wyvern

Attacks, nothing was out of the norm.

Winter brought a lot of snow,

Wood and food are in demand.

No one's heard from Drãgùeine,

There's a stillness over the land.

Out of sight, out of mind.

Darkness always still reminds.

Evil lurking. Always near.

Causing chaos. Spreading fear.

Meanwhile, in dark places

Men should not go.

Hellhounds of Xyësis, are

Searching high and low.

The Wyvern's that had fallen,

Hide in caves underground.

Staying in the darkness, by

Which they are bound.

Knowledge of the sacred

Spell of teleportation.

Following his hounds of hell

To every location.

And so it happened, where

Their was a Wyvern in a ravine.

T'was followed. In a cavern,

Was the Dragon, Drãgùeine.

The massive winding tunnels

Where liquid maga once flowed.

Are now the places evil things,

Wyverns and Dragon's go.

A meeting of the most evil beings

That man can only fathom.

Symbiant with the destruction

Of the lava flowing chasm.

Drãgùeine had summoned all

The wyverns he could find.

Convincing them to fight for

Him, manipulating their mind.

The Sorcerer couldn't get so

Fortunate. Timing was just right.

All this power in one place!

The Earth convulsed that night.

No one knows what words were

Said, Spoke in the Dragon tongue.

Is the Sorcerer alive or dead,

Only time can reveal what was done. 

There are vial and evil things,

Plotting in the dark.

No one knows what twisted

Plans, ready to embark.

To Be Continued...

Pt. 13 - An Unholy Pact. Act II

Let it be known, that an

Agreement had been made.

The kind of deal, the Council

And the Creator had forbade.

The set up for destruction was

Looking pretty imminent.

It's as if the universe had turned

Away and gone complacent.

Where is Mankind's Champion,

To stop this evil tide?

Meanwhile, back in Aidüeli.

Fire sustains, It's cold outside.

Goüri and his men have returned

To their clansmen's village.

Disappointment in their faces,

No more evil blood spillage.

Everywhere they went, some

Terrible power was there before.

The Wyvern's dead carcasses,

Drained all the way to their core.

After twenty suns, with no

More signs of a fiery moon.

Champions, raise your sons,

The time to fight is coming soon.

There's no time to rest, Shades

Of Darkness are being made.

The essence of a Wyvern's soul,

From the carcasses that remain.

Little bits of dark Qi that were

Purposely created to find.

After the Wyvern is killed and

Harvested, A Shade is left behind.

If it wasn't for The Wyvern's Talon,

Corruption would have taken place.

What some folks may call lucky,

Is good Qi, assembled in one place.

It seems, that when it's owner,

Goüri, had it magicly imbued.

A blessing was placed upon it,

An early form of a charm or rune.

A very strong enchantment of

Protection from evil's touch.

But can it defy the fingers of

The Sorcerer's deadly clutch.

Xyësis had been occupied with

Greater matters at hand.

To make a Pact with Drãgùeine,

And be the Demon-God of Man.

A deal with a Dragon is

Not something I recommend.

To fill up a flagon, with

A sweet but deadly poison.

 

Never trust The Beast, At least

That's what i've been told.

It will never cease to feast,

Upon the energy from your soul.

To Be Continued...

Pt. 14 - Shades of Darkness

Enjoy the light while it's still

Bright, all good has it's end.

Now it's time to lock up tight,

Shades of Darkness creeping in.

Village lanterns cannot dispel.

Shadows from no illumination.

The darkened evil in this spell.

Feeds on fear and desperation.

Stoke up the fire, stock up on oil.

Seal up all the cracks.

The moment is dire. More wax to

Boil. Mold it around wicks of flax.

Though, they have no physical

Form, their shape is twisted evil.

Spawned from the blackness of

Emptiness, their terror can be lethal.

This planet is their purgatory,

Life and death do not exist.

The boundaries of their territory,

Are governed by the darkness.

Any piercing light that shines,

Upon their terrible form.

Will dispel the spell that binds,

And darkness will conform.

It is hard to comprehend the

Earliest form of necromancy.

One would have to understand

The various forms of Qi.

Everything created, was done

With perfect harmony.

The magick t'was manipulated,

A perversion of Qi energy.

Foresight for preparedness,

Is almost never possible.

How does one prepare to fight,

An entity that has no soul.

The night belongs to terror,

Neverending coming sun.

Don't get caught out after dark,

They'll be no where to run.

The true intent to conjure up

The things that make bad dreams.

To drive you mad, and steal your

Soul, and revel in your screams.

Ye Men of Courage, come

Bear your Light.

As Terrible as they seem.

Be not discouraged, from

Shades of Night.

Their end has been forseen.

To Be Continued...

Pt. 15 - powermad

Trickery and treachery, the

Sorcerer's greatest tool.

In spite of being a Hermit,

This wicked person is no fool.

Manipulating circumstances,

With a most conniving will.

Intricately using words that

Enhance the outcome of the deal.

Some are never happy with

The attributes they are given.

Obtaining what is not for them,

By power and greed be driven.

Xyësis had convinced the Dragon.

An agreement had been made.

Drãgùeine would cease his fire,

And He would be his aid.

All the Wyvern essences would

Give the power he needs.

To find the heart, break the

Curse that's killing Drãgùeine.

Shades of Darkness conjured from

The Wyvern corpses that remain.

The continued mental siege,

Of things that drive a man insane.

Absolute power is reserved

For the ultimate architect.

Nothing in this universe could

Understand things so complex.

How can it be questioned,

When it's flawless in it's nature.

How can things stay balanced,

When it's constantly in danger.

Pursuant of the things that are

Forbidden for good reason.

Another fool thinks he can harness

The powers that change the season.

Such an obsessive course can

Twist the soul from good to bad.

The greedy possessive force,

That causes one to go powermad.

In spite of high intelligence,

True logic has been lost.

Blinded by an unquenchable

Sense, Sorcery has it's cost.

No thought of probable outcome,

When your drunk from power.

The mind controlled, soul departs

From the fruit that has gone sour.

Absolute Power

Corrupts. Absolutely.

The Witching Hour

Interupts. Inevitably.

To Be Continued...

Pt. 16 - Devine Intervention

Everything we're made up of,

And everything we see.

Constantly surrounded by

The steady flow of energy.

Forces that oppose each

Other, never ending friction.

The infinite event of energy,

Resulting from collision.

The Dragon Council, witnessing

The corruption of the land.

If they did not intervene,

It's be the end of man.

One of the loyal lesser Dragons,

Had a special given skill.

Had the gift of shifting shapes,

According to his will.

Sent to live amongst the mortals,

The likes of a withered old man.

Never judge a book by its cover.

Wise words to understand.

In a forest of magical illusion,

Away from inquisitive eyes.

To live a life in total seclusion,

And never reveal his disguise.

Irony is the behavior of humans,

To think their thoughts are their own.

That no one else ever pondered

These things, A false sense of being alone.

We are never truly alone, you see,

There are powers that urge us along.

We do have a choice, but our destiny,

Must be accepted before we move on.

The trickery used by the Sorcerer,

Is the same for the Watchers of men.

Magnificently cunning even goodness

Can be, to even the odds in the end.

Direct interference is strictly

Forbidden, Even to stop degradation.

That doesn't include the gifts that are

Given, Helping the earth's population.

And so it came to be, when the

Council decided to get involved.

To understand the mystery,

Accept the problem to solve.

Goüri and his fighting men, had

So much yet to know.

No one knows just how or when,

The Seer doth come and go.

Power shifting back and forth.

Causing Instability.

Now the Seer will do his part.

Bring the balance back to Qi.

To Be Continued...

Pt. 17 - The City of Aërinfáll

Many moons have come and

Gone, as Winter turns to Spring.

Ice is melting, It won't be long

Before everything turns green.

The cycle of rejuvenation,

Death becomes subject to life.

Answers the insisted question,

Does darkness depart from the light.

Goüri and his fighting men

Will discover this true to be.

It will only happen when they

Have the Light in which to see.

The coldness of the winter

Season, and the Shades at night.

Kept most the villagers fearful, 

And houses locked up tight.

Goüri took a traveler in, a North-

Man, far from home.

He told tales of Wyverns and

The darkness that had grown.

First sign of Spring, He'd take

Them to a village North of theirs.

This sign will bring good fortune

To the hunters everywhere.

After gathering supplies and

Plotting out there course.

The route will take them West,

To purchase a younger horse.

Once they reach the city that

Is right next to the sea.

Then it's Thirty suns of riding,

To a village called Aêbèrdine.

This is where a tracker waits,

Had a Wyvern in his sight.

He knows ways to kill the Shades,

With a source of brilliant light. 

How he came to know these

Things, a question never asked.

Tracking things that fly with

Wings, was no easy task.

The way to the city was wet and

Slow, the sun was nice and warm. 

Aërinfáll, shines in the distance.

A sanctuary, safe from harm.

Merchants, Stone Smiths,

Horse trainers too.

Carpenters, Fishermen,

Maidens in blue.

One could get lost in the

Life of the city.

To not stay for the night,

Would be such a pity.

To Be Continued...

Pt. 18 - The Champion of Light

It was to their benefit to stay

And hear the local talk.

Tasting city food and ale,

As the maidens giggle and galk.

Sleeping on plush tavern

Beds all soft from local cotton.

The aches and worries in One's

Head, are easily forgotten.

A rancher just outside the city

Has a beautiful male horse.

A quick stop by the leather smithy,

And they were back on course.

The journey North was easy,

And the party's spirits high.

Sunny days had warmed the soul,

And the traveling road was dry.

Halfway to the Northman's village,

The landscape changed to trees.

The coast was gone, the air had

Changed, Pine was in the breeze.

They found a grove of trees to

Stop and make camp for a night.

As they settled in, A dark Shadow

Slithered into sight.

'Put down your weapons, I mean

You no harm.

I've come to bless the Champion,

With a special charm.

Put this against the tips of arrows

Used against the darkness.

Make sure that your aim is true,

The mark is where the heart is.'

In a single blink of an eye, this

Mysterious shadow was gone.

Leaving at the Champion's feet,

A glowing sharpening stone.

The men could not believe their

Eyes, what did they just see?

The Northmen saw through the

Disguise, fulfilled prophecy.

You see, the Northman was no

Normal man, Mortal as he is.

He could see the plight of man,

Through dreams that are not his.

Reacting to a dream he had,

In a tavern drinking beer.

In this dream he met a tracker,

Who turned out to be the Seer.

This was not revealed to him,

Only a Wyvern Slayers name.

They had to meet, as he awoke,

More knowledge to obtain.

The tracker met him after

Midnight, away from other ears.

Told him the location of the

Champion and his peers.

So there they are, preparing for,

A clash with Shades of Night.

The Dragon Council can't ignore,

The Champion of Light.

To Be Continued...

Pt. 19 - The Hunt. Act I

The Northman's name was that 

Of a redwood, tall, broad, strong.

His name came from the Forest

People, They instantly got along.

Skãu was just as large as Goüri,

Both men stood 4 cubits tall.

Boasting, experts in the hunt,

Many a beast have takin' a fall.

Now's the time to put to action,

Preparation has done it's part.

Time to get some satisfaction, and

Put an arrow through a Wyvern's heart.

Five more moons, they'd be there

Soon, to a village called Aêbèrdine.

Not far from there, The location

Where t'was a Wyvern in a ravine.

The instructions from the Seer

Were explicit in regards to time.

Would find an entrance to the

Tunnels that leave daylight behind.

An old and long dead lava gyser,

With things that nightmares fathom.

The cold is gone, but you'd wiser,

Have fire as you enter the chasm.

Torches, arrows and nerves of

Steel, are your greatest friend.

Evil and darkness have made a

Deal, To see the Champion's end.

The plan had changed, rearanged,

To sleep by day and hunt at night.

They would finally free the land from

Things that hide and fear the light.

His village would be safe, It's

The first thing they must do.

To drive the darkness from the

Land, and kill some Wyverns too.

On the last part of the journey,

Near a place where they made camp.

The air was dark and sinister,

The soil was charred but damp.

As camp was being set, a firepit

Made, and meat cooked up.

Nervous eyes, like darting flies,

Move back and forth behind their cups.

The sun would soon be in the

Sky, 'till then the darkness reigns.

Then suddenly, where a Wyvern

Died, a Shade rose from the remains.

Skãu and Goüri's aim were true,

Their arrows hit their mark.

There wasn't much their crew could

Do, blinded by the magic spark.

The first Shade had been banished.

The Magic was dispelled.

What then happens, when they

Vanish.

The dead will never tell.

To Be Continued...

Pt. 20 - The Hunt. Act II

After having some experience

With the magic from the Seer.

It's better to hit them from a 

Distance. Their strategy was clear.

After making sure the arrow's

Flight is straight and does not stray.

Just before it hits the target,

Shield your eyes and look away.

In the event the arrow misses,

Reload and have no fear.

The enchantment on the Wyvern's

Claw, will not let them come near.

Aêbèrdine was in the distance,

There was something very wrong.

Something evil had taken place,

The time that Skãu was gone.

Smoke was rising from the places

Where cabins used to stand.

Some of his kin met their demise,

When The Dragon attacked the land.

It seemed as if it was a warning,

For many villagers got away.

The Northmen and the Champion,

Buried a lot of bodies that day.

With vengeance In their hearts,

And tragic scenes still in their mind.

They couldn't stay the rage to

Slay every Wyvern they could find.

They had found the place described,

Where a Wyvern had been seen.

Little did they know inside, was

The hiding place of Drãgùeine.

As quickly as their eyes adjusted

To the shadows in the dark.

Shades had gathered just inside,

A single arrow will find it's mark.

The tunnel flashes with brilliant

White, bright as the height of day.

Hissing screams as the searing

Light, takes their plight away.

The air is getting dank and stale,

The smell of death resides.

Almost stepped on a Wyvern's tale,

Who had just met its demise.

They've almost found the culprit,

One that's been one step ahead.

You're preaching from the pulpit...

If you think they'll wind up dead.

The evil air, sears the spirit.

Like steel that's refined in fire.

Be aware. You're always in it.

Stuck between the Muck and

The Mire.

To Be Continued...

Pt. 21 - The Hunt. Act III

The tunnels had the smell of

Magic hanging in the air.

The deeper that these hero's

Went, the more they were aware.

Something else was in there,

A power that is yet unseen.

The evil feels more sinister, than

That of the dragon, Drãgùeine.

The tunnels started opening,

Huge caverns as big as a town.

Massive chasms and bottomless

Pits, bones and corpses strewn

Around.

Cautious footsteps made, as

They were gazing far and wide.

Suddenly, A Shade appeared,

As light and dark collide.

The swiftness of these hunters,

Leaves most villagers in awe.

They can thank the blessing,

Of the enchanted Wyvern's Claw.

A barrier of protection, from

All things that prey at night.

The instrument of projection,

Combined with Glorious Magic light.

It wasn't long, before they'd gone,

As far as they could go.

The cavern they were in, was dark,

But they saw a magical glow.

The outline of a secret door,

Revealed from the other side.

What ever it was, They had it

Trapped, No where else to hide.

It seemed the only way to

Enter, was through a magic spell.

T'was no time to think about it,

Prepare to fight the Hounds of Hell.

With deadly quickness, arrows

Pierced the leader of these beasts.

No time to reload, swords are

Drawn, and two more fall with ease.

The secret cavern door is opened.

Caught in the middle of magic and fire.

Appeared the one that had provoked

The decimation of the village called,

Styré.

The Dragon was not there.

Still, Evil takes it's place.

Destruction when his nostrils flare.

The last thing seen, Is the Devil's face.

To Be Continued...

Pt. 22 - Drãgùeine's Vengeance.

The village tower's not enough,

To prepare for such a thing.

I don't think there's anyone, that

Can stop the fire of Drãgùeine.

Warning bells are ringing, but

There's no place they can hide.

It is a set up for a masacre,

When life and death collide.

Blocking out the sun with a

Dragon's destructive wings.

An elemental storm is what

This godlike creature brings.

Villagers running for their lives,

Like rodents when they scatter.

Even though they cannot hide,

It did not seem to matter.

Village men, that stayed behind,

Armed with spear and lance.

Every fighter they could find, To

Try to stop Drãgùeine's advance.

Sword and shield will do no good,

Against the flames of hell.

Bow and arrow, made of wood,

Cannot quell without a spell.

The terror in the villagers eyes,

Was the fuel for the Dragon's rage.

The screams of villagers mortified,

Would make a young man age.

Young and old, meek or bold,

Fire has no prejudice.

T'was never told, an item sold,

With power to resist.

With no way to stop the flames

From burning up the land.

It wasn't long before the Plains,

Became a funeral pyre for man.

The smoke of Aidüeli was seen

By many a distant settlement.

Local villagers ran for fear of

Volcanic deadly sediment.

Kings are needed, try to stop

This threat against humanity.

Summon every warrior who

Can help to end this tragedy.

Call upon the Champions that

Have slayed the Wyvern beast.

Send scouts to the whereabouts,

A Seer, somewhere to the East.

Death and fire could not be bound.

Not a villager could be found.

Bodies burning all around.

The smoldering earth, is an eerie

Sound.

Meanwhile, somewhere

Underground...

To Be Continued...

Pt. 23 - The Banishment of Xyësis

A well placed magic arrow

Pierces dank and heavy air.

Hits the cavern wall and reveals

Hell Hounds everywhere.

Not much they could do with

Magic tips of blinding light.

If you blink, you're through,

Keep your target in your sight.

Fiery Hounds of Death in

Front... Sorcery behind.

Could this be the end of these

Five Heros, and Mankind.

Xyësis had been getting stronger,

Evil essence he now controls.

Wyvern sacrifice would no longer,

Help him to complete his goal.

Now he needs the blood of those

That defy law to control the Qi.

The Council knows, and must

Oppose this kind of evil blasphemy.

According to the Council Laws,

They must have cause to interfere.

With perfect balance, there are no

Flaws, no time to pause because of

Fear.

The battles looking bleak as one

Of Goüri's men is overcome.

The Sorcerer starts to speak,

Evil words forming from his tongue.

Hell Hounds driven backward,

From the force of desperate men.

Fending off attack from lunging

Hounds, with pure adrenalin.

A blackened mist begins to form

Around the Sorcerer's hands.

Chanting ancient words that

Not a man would understand.

When suddenly, a flash of light

Disrupted these drastic events.

A man appeared, of unnatural

Might, and silenced Xyësis chants.

The words he used, were never

Spoken by the mortal tongue.

They stood confused by what

They saw, when evil came undone.

The words were True, Judgement

Knew, the plan that was unfurled.

It was through. With the help of

A few... 

Xyësis was banished from this

Mortal World.

Justified Intervention.

The Watchers plead the dire case.

A much needed power correction.

To send the Sorcerer to a timeless

Place.

To Be Continued...

Pt. 24 - The Aftermath of Destuction

It took a little time to come

To grips with what transpired.

Everything was silent now,

Their arms and legs were tired.

Adrenalin has been replaced,

With astonishment and grief.

Wrapped up their companion

And slowly made their retreat.

A little while later, they were

Blinded by the sunlights glare.

What happened to the mystery

Man? Can't find him anywhere.

After several days and nights of

Traveling, humbled in their thought.

They approached Aêbèrdine,

With lessons they were taught.

Skãu had been completely

Focused on these beasts defeat.

Reminded of the mayhem,

By the rubble at his feet.

The Northmen's saddened faces,

Tell the tale of loss and pain.

Skãu decided he should stay,

To see his village rise again.

Goüri and his men had stayed

The night to bury the dead.

Thankful for the chance to rest,

And sleep in a comfortable bed.

It will be a lunar cycle, to get

Back to the Champion's village.

Totally unaware, it was human

Lives the Dragon pillaged.

Early the next day, they planned

Their way and said goodbye.

Drãgùeine shall pay, They must

Find a way, and he shall die.

No need to stop at cities, no

Distractions, cause for care.

He will find this Dragon, but

He must go home to prepare.

Then he can collect more

Information, goin' round.

Now he knows these evil beasts

Stay somewhere underground.

The air turned thick with smoke.

A panicked feeling deep inside.

All remaining thoughts of hope.

In one moment, Those thoughts

Died.

To Be Continued...

Pt. 25 - A Temporary Ending

What the Champion thought was

Home, was now a hellish nightmare.

All his kinsmen massacred, burnt

Out corpses everywhere.

Nothing much, was left untouched,

Horrified by the scene.

What can stand against the fire,

Of the Dragon Drãgùeine.

Nothing left, One thing to do,

Vengeance the obsession now.

After all is said and through,

This was the Champion's final vow.

Riding just as hard as they could

Get there steed to run.

Three fast moving men with

Purpose, out running the sun.

A traveler that they happened

Into, saw it heading West.

The Dragon flew across the sea,

A scar across it's chest.

Soon the walls of Aërinfáll,

Appeared within their sight.

The people'd call and sing along,

Hail the Champion of Light.

It didn't take that long to find

A ship and crew for hire.

Bring enough gold along,

Who wouldn't be inspired.

Soon the crew was sailing to

The dark side of the sea.

This was new and frightening,

To the men from Aidüeli.

The sailing men were skilled, and

Kept the plainsmen safe from harm.

In the distance, stillness from

The shadow of Dubhán.

The mountain is the remnants

Of where lava used to flow.

Massive hollow tunnels where

Hot magma once did go.

Now it's just a labryinth for all

Evil creatures of the night.

It's a place men do not go, you

Gotta know when to run or fight.

Searching all the surface caves,

Looking for the entrance, in.

There's got to be another way,

A secret door to the Dragon's den.

The outline found, a hole that's

Round, was sealed up by a stone.

A word that's bound, to the sky

And the ground, and to remain unknown.

This wasn't just a mountain,

But was destined to be.

A holding place for evil, an

Earthly purgatory.

The evil heart of Drãgùeine,

The start of a corrupted plan.

Was the cause to intervene,

And save the species, Man.

Anxiety turns to panic. Anger

Turns to fear.

The only hope, Get to the boat,

And sail away from here.

The mountainside is coming

Down, retreat for the sea.

The sky turned black, lightning

Cracked, with powerful energy.

Mt. Dubhán is quakeing, magic

Shaking caves and caverns up.

It's been said, The Dragon's Dead.

What You've Read, I'm Making Up.

Which Brings This Section of

The Tale to a Close.

I'm Very Happy That This is

The Story That You Chose.

This is Not the End, so Just

Be Patient With Me.

This is Just the Second Part,

To This Amazing Trilogy.