THE DRAGON KING AND HIS OMEGA

Today was just like any other day. The wind was loud, crying out, in hurt and pain, as if mourning with the people of the town, for what happened a hundred years ago. The sun, on the other hand, was still sharp and hot, trying to burn the skin of the people, for what happened, years ago. The truth is, everyone had a fault. The people of the kingdom weren't exactly saints, they were devils in sheep clothing and the King? He was worse, worse than the people could ever dream of being actually. A hundred years ago, in the kingdom of Gravenhurst, men and women sinned. They committed major sins against their creator. They laughed and mated, with their women, morn and afternoon At night, they kept their eyes wide open, drinking glass after glass of ale. They had no ruler, to them, there was no ruler, they hated him because he was a dead beat wicked horse with no mercy. They swore they wouldn't let him, a dragon rule over them! Their happiness were limitless. They thought, no harm could come to them, if they had a little bit of extra fun. To them, their being werewolves gave them supremacy over the kingdom. They slayed any dragon they got as a mate, they killed some of the humans that lived in their town, and left a few like snakes under green grasses. The dragon King is powerless, they thought and laughed. He can do nothing! After all, he had never gone outside the Palace gates, not even after they trapped the dragon Kings father on his way to another kingdom to sign a treaty and killed him mercilessly using a knife made with fire full of the green vines known to kill any dragon. They called it the dragon's doom. The dragon prince, Thomas, as of that time, being a young boy of thirty years of age, kept mute. A silent devil that he is. No words were spoken, just silence. And oh, how the people misunderstood his silence for defeat. A year went by, in peace, as the werewolves rejoiced for being successful. Little did they know what was coming for them. King Thomas took his sweet time planning his revenge. He was hurt, deeply that he lost his father against the cool hands of death. His annoyance was directed at the people, he blamed everyone for what happened, especially the werewolves and the little humans that were populated around the area. One night, as everyone forgot about the King they brutally killed, King Thomas led his troops silently to the villages. He and his soldiers slayed each and every werewolf left. The king was supposed to be merciful to the humans. The humans did nothing wrong. The humans were always at the loosing end, suffering from maltreatment from the dragons and werewolves. Most times, the humans went into hiding. Some humans left the town of Gravenhurst. They couldn't bear it anymore. King Thomas, blinded by rage, slew the women, cut open the bellies of the men, that had grown too big because of the consumption of ale. He looked at the babies with distaste, he hated that bloodline, he hated it with passion. Not because of the evaporating love he felt for his father before his death, but because of the insult. He spat on the muddy soil and raised his sword high before sinking it down a man's throat, his roar so loud, his eyes, turning a bright shade of yellow. His dragon was angry too. The disrespect of these people. Did werewolves honestly think they were more powerful than dragons? In which bloody era? Puffs of smoke came out of his nose. At this rate, he could burn down the entire village. And that's just what he did. He opened his mouth to let out steam, but fire came out instead. And when the flames started coming out, he couldn't stop it, flame after flame came out, burning down houses and shops. You would expect King Thomas to spear his servants and allies, but at that moment, his dragon was not being realistic, he couldn't give a damn. He didn't care. He burnt them down too. His human allies, court men and soldiers that were pure and innocent, burnt down to bones. King Thomas didn't realise what he had done, till the fire ended from his stomach, in between his breasts. He slouched down on the ground, his trousers getting dirty with the mud. He raised his head then and looked around, taking in what he had done. His life was pitiful, he thought. There were no people, how will he rule this kingdom? He had erased the existence of life in this kingdom. What could he do? Right then and there, King Thomas decided to end his life. He slipped his hands inside his shirt, removing the bottle he had always hung there since he was a child. It was a liquid dragons doom. He would just take away his own life. The castle will belong to whoever finds it first. A nice ending, he thought. He uncocked the small bottle, intending to pour the liquid down his throat when a heavy wind, so strong, passed by, making King Thomas lie down flat on his stomach. The bottle, clattering away, breaking in the process, the liquid pouring away on the muddy soil. "No!" He shouted. He would have licked the muddy soil if not for the strong wind that had him back on his stomach.He needed just a taste. He needed to die so badly. His life was tragic. He couldn't live like that. He roared so loud, his yellow eyes becoming green. His dragon was on the edge now. His hands, slowly becoming claws. He scraped the soil and tried one more time to get up. He knew what was happening. He was being punished. He took many lives. Was the Golden Dragoness punishing him? This was his revenge, surely, she wouldn't punish him! But there was no denying it. His punishment was going to be served to him hot. His sword clattered away, following the wind, the wet muddy soil, suddenly became dry. The remainder of the wooden pieces that had burnt to the ground, flew up to the sky, disappearing with the wind. He roared, the sound getting drained by the song of the wind. His limbs cracked and pained, something was happening, his dragon was not coming out. He tried and tried to no avail. Suddenly, the wind died down. Everywhere became quiet. He slowly looked up, his eyes returning back to its colour. He slowly assed what was left. Everything was wiped clean, not even his castle could be seen. Oh God, what had he done?! He slowly got on his feet. Everything was gone. Not a soul, not a building. Fear and regret seeped into his heart. What could he do? "Golden Dragoness, mother of dragons, please." He whispered. He shuddered when a cold wind passed by him. A dragon was hardly cold. With all the fire he had in his body, warmth was supposed to be emanating from him. At all times. "Golden Dragoness." He begged, one more time. This time, a forceful wind flew past by him. He groaned. He got down on his knees and begged. "My rage blinded me. My anger fueled me. I'm sorry." This time, no wind passed by him. Everything was just still. He stayed that way till the early morning rays of the sun, scorned at his skin. He kept his head low, his eyes, closed and his lips pursed. "Rise." A single word. Thomas slowly stood up, keeping his head low. "I'm disappointed in you Thomas." He never thought there will be a day when he would hear those words from the Golden Dragoness, mother of all dragons. He kept his head, low, from embarrassment. "You used your power mercilessly. " Her voice was quiet, as usual. "They killed father.." "Your father knew he was going to die. That was his destiny. " Shock made him look up at the first dragon this world ever had. She looked frail, but every other dragon knew the immense power she held. "Your punishment has been decided. " He kept mute, waiting to hear how the rest of his life will be. "You'll live for three centuries." Of course, they knew he wanted to take his life, so they decided to punish him with the opposite. "You'll build your castle from the scratch..with your own labour. You'll bring people to this town, nurture for them, care for them and love them." He knew better than to talk back at her. Her bright golden eyes pinned him down. There was no pity in her eyes. Her face was expressionless, like always. "After a century, you'll find happiness, in a person." At this, he looked up. Surely, they didn't expect him to love a person. Could his heart even feel? "By a person, I mean, a human." He couldn't do this. A human? They wanted him to be happy with a human? "You will love her and treat her like an equal. You'll have generations with her. And just then, she'll be ripped away from you, like how you ripped these souls from their loved ones, how you killed babies, yearning after their mother, how you pushed down knives, down their throats.." "Dragoness. I can't. " The dragoness didn't care. She continued. "Only that woman can help you. Only her, can save you. Your faith lies on her shoulders. If I were you, I'll tame her properly." Thomas didn't know where to start from. He didn't know what to do. "How can I find her? " "You can't. Only she can find you, unknowingly, on her own." With this, the goddess turned away to start walking. Was that all? "How do I know it's her when I see her?" She stopped at the sound of his voice. "You'll know. " With these two words, she continued walking. "Mother!" Thomas shouted. Never in a million years did he think he'll call her that. The Dragon goddess froze. It took all her will power not to turn and comfort him thesame way it took everything in her, to leave him in his cradle when she gave him birth. She chose this, she chose to love a human, turned him to a dragon and gave birth to a son for him. She didn't think Thomas knew she was his mother. Did Dalfour tell his son, their love story? Or did he ask, when he got curious about how powerful he was? She itched to ask all these questions, but she couldn't. She couldn't be familiar with her son. That was her own punishment, for taming a human, turning him to a powerful dragon and giving birth to a powerful son. This was all her fault. She started all this. "I'm sorry..my son. I can't..help you."