I needed to write from a different perspective, to find a way to continue the The Journey, Warrior. I hope this works with the intention I have for it. As always constructive criticism is welcome, thank you
Chapter One.
My name matters not, for that is forgotten long in the past. I am neither here nor there. A figment of one's imagination, perhaps. So to that there is a tale of tales from the beginning of man that must be told to whomever deems it worthy to listen to.
When the world was young, mystical beings existed, the nature of how such beings were conceived in the first place was never known, so here we start the Dragons and their counterparts, Ingmars.
Dragons were huge, beautiful, elegant and gracious. Their colours are as vibrant as a rainbow, their temper though was quick to change, although very ferocious in their anger, they were beyond wise, and intelligent.
Ingmars, were once considered, or believed by some to be the kin of Dragons, both refused to accept that. Now Ingmars were a strange looking beast, they were huge, but not quite as huge as Dragons. They had short dark matted fur, with a very long scruffy mane that followed down their spines getting thinner as it reached the tips of their tails. Ingmars had large yellow or orange eyes with black slits the size of clenched fists. They also saber like fangs, that were long curved and serrated on the inside. They were clever and sly but purely primal beings.
Ingmars lived here first, Dragons came flying through in search of fertile lands in order to reproduce. A war ensued between these creatures lasting for centuries. The war brought them almost to extinction, that is until the Elves appeared from the East, with only the intentions of exploring and creating trade routes. A wise Elf named Braiden, came across the destruction, and decided to interfere. He managed to persuade them to admit to a peace treaty, a feat like this the first of its kind, for Elves are mysterious people and do not like to give their secrets away. In the process of the treaty in typical elvish fashion it was sealed under the words of the ancient language, unknown to Braiden just how mystical these dragons were, his woven words of ancient awoke something within the dragons.
The first Dragon to agree to the treaty was a beautiful regal purple coloured dragon, could talk, not in the literal sense, but inside of one's mind. The voice of this dragon, so strong and loud and powerful, pierced through the conscience of Braiden’s mind bringing him to his knees cowering in fear. It was then the dragon touched Braiden his head with it’s snout, the essence of the dragon transformed into Braiden’s body coiling around him like a moving black picture, until finally it settled on Elf’s left wrist, and henceforth became the first ever Dragon Rider in the history of the world.
The dragon's name, Zeindarrys, the Swift.
From the treaty, the dragons chose the mountain peaks, and the Ingmars chose the desert caves.
Braiden and Zeindaryys flew around the continent helping anyone and everyone they could, believing it their duty to help those in need and keep the peace in the land.
Decades later, humans and Elves had created trade routes in return that Elves helped them with medicine and healing. It was on such a day that an Elven maiden name Cerise fell in love with a human called Jordan. Cerise and Jordan kept their tryst a secret until they were caught under boughs of a willow tree, by a group of drunken jealous humans… from that of which sparked anger. These drunken yobs killed Cerise who refused to retaliate or defend herself, Jordan dying of a broken heart moments later, the yobs covered up there crime, and spread prejudice lies that Cerise killed Jordan after she failed in her attempt to brainwash him, and thus a war ensued, a very bloody war at that. Such that hadn’t been seen since the ancient war between dragons and Ingmars.
It was left for Braiden and Zeindaryys to create yet again another time of peace, only this time devastation would come around. Braiden would search and search to find the true cause of the war between his kind and the humans. Working tirelessly, leaving no stone unturned. With help of Zeindaryys who was very adept at finding the scent of magic, they managed to find the willow tree in which the bodies of Cerise and Jordan had been buried next to, then in his wisdom Braiden spoke words of the ancient language, bring forth a silhouette of how the two lovers met their demise. On being found one of the yobs panicked and tried to run, Zeindaryys however was not happy and couldn’t believe they’d be so petty as to kill two people in love because of jealousy, in his anger his voice swept across the minds of every human and elf there…
“That which unto you beholdeth two lovers pure. Brought to the din from jealousy unkind onto yore, now that hindreth, ye shall feel the heat of thine maw!” With that said the dragon pounced on the running yob who was scared for life and rightly so, trapped him under his giant paw, opening his maw wide thrust forth a purple flame turning the scared yob into stone.
The now stone yob was left there as a permanent reminder to all who saw it, until time went by over a hundred or so years it was worn down by wind and rain until it was no more.
Chapter One.
My name matters not, for that is forgotten long in the past. I am neither here nor there. A figment of one's imagination, perhaps. So to that there is a tale of tales from the beginning of man that must be told to whomever deems it worthy to listen to.
When the world was young, mystical beings existed, the nature of how such beings were conceived in the first place was never known, so here we start the Dragons and their counterparts, Ingmars.
Dragons were huge, beautiful, elegant and gracious. Their colours are as vibrant as a rainbow, their temper though was quick to change, although very ferocious in their anger, they were beyond wise, and intelligent.
Ingmars, were once considered, or believed by some to be the kin of Dragons, both refused to accept that. Now Ingmars were a strange looking beast, they were huge, but not quite as huge as Dragons. They had short dark matted fur, with a very long scruffy mane that followed down their spines getting thinner as it reached the tips of their tails. Ingmars had large yellow or orange eyes with black slits the size of clenched fists. They also saber like fangs, that were long curved and serrated on the inside. They were clever and sly but purely primal beings.
Ingmars lived here first, Dragons came flying through in search of fertile lands in order to reproduce. A war ensued between these creatures lasting for centuries. The war brought them almost to extinction, that is until the Elves appeared from the East, with only the intentions of exploring and creating trade routes. A wise Elf named Braiden, came across the destruction, and decided to interfere. He managed to persuade them to admit to a peace treaty, a feat like this the first of its kind, for Elves are mysterious people and do not like to give their secrets away. In the process of the treaty in typical elvish fashion it was sealed under the words of the ancient language, unknown to Braiden just how mystical these dragons were, his woven words of ancient awoke something within the dragons.
The first Dragon to agree to the treaty was a beautiful regal purple coloured dragon, could talk, not in the literal sense, but inside of one's mind. The voice of this dragon, so strong and loud and powerful, pierced through the conscience of Braiden’s mind bringing him to his knees cowering in fear. It was then the dragon touched Braiden his head with it’s snout, the essence of the dragon transformed into Braiden’s body coiling around him like a moving black picture, until finally it settled on Elf’s left wrist, and henceforth became the first ever Dragon Rider in the history of the world.
The dragon's name, Zeindarrys, the Swift.
From the treaty, the dragons chose the mountain peaks, and the Ingmars chose the desert caves.
Braiden and Zeindaryys flew around the continent helping anyone and everyone they could, believing it their duty to help those in need and keep the peace in the land.
Decades later, humans and Elves had created trade routes in return that Elves helped them with medicine and healing. It was on such a day that an Elven maiden name Cerise fell in love with a human called Jordan. Cerise and Jordan kept their tryst a secret until they were caught under boughs of a willow tree, by a group of drunken jealous humans… from that of which sparked anger. These drunken yobs killed Cerise who refused to retaliate or defend herself, Jordan dying of a broken heart moments later, the yobs covered up there crime, and spread prejudice lies that Cerise killed Jordan after she failed in her attempt to brainwash him, and thus a war ensued, a very bloody war at that. Such that hadn’t been seen since the ancient war between dragons and Ingmars.
It was left for Braiden and Zeindaryys to create yet again another time of peace, only this time devastation would come around. Braiden would search and search to find the true cause of the war between his kind and the humans. Working tirelessly, leaving no stone unturned. With help of Zeindaryys who was very adept at finding the scent of magic, they managed to find the willow tree in which the bodies of Cerise and Jordan had been buried next to, then in his wisdom Braiden spoke words of the ancient language, bring forth a silhouette of how the two lovers met their demise. On being found one of the yobs panicked and tried to run, Zeindaryys however was not happy and couldn’t believe they’d be so petty as to kill two people in love because of jealousy, in his anger his voice swept across the minds of every human and elf there…
“That which unto you beholdeth two lovers pure. Brought to the din from jealousy unkind onto yore, now that hindreth, ye shall feel the heat of thine maw!” With that said the dragon pounced on the running yob who was scared for life and rightly so, trapped him under his giant paw, opening his maw wide thrust forth a purple flame turning the scared yob into stone.
The now stone yob was left there as a permanent reminder to all who saw it, until time went by over a hundred or so years it was worn down by wind and rain until it was no more.
