Initium Novum: Dracones #1

Cloel

For the first time in his mortal life he took a mode of transportation that wasn't foot other than that, the carriage. His reaction was not expected for the first time travelling on it even though his face didn't show many. Everyone seemed so lively humming to tunes, so in sync with each other. Laughing and drinking booze with the exception of the Lord. Currently half of his body is over the ship's rail vomiting out what ever was in it before. And with little to no concern Zarmeideus ask him if he was alright.

The nape length golden hair tussled from the strong gusts and the lifting of said man's head. In reply Nefèrro said with a slurry voice like he was also drinking, which he was not.

"I, Nefèrro, had hated boats since my first time travelling in it getting sea sick continuously while everyone else was having fun watching the horizon yaaay" expressing the fun every one was feeling.

"While I vomited my guts out at the side and no one even looked at me you know, even so before that I was and still am a down to the ground Arallion kind of male and when flying that too-"

Suddenly his head shot back over the rail to continue his puking.

Good thing he didn't puke on me. Zar thought.

And turned and walked away no more of that 'concern' that he was previously showing or the interest either. Instead deciding to stand at the stern of the ship.

The ship that was so developed and simply gorgeous. At the harbour of Xtarcia the waters were freezing which was expected, the ship would not have been able to move from its harbour, placed at the bottom of the ship was some type of sled making it easier to move the boat so that it ran smoothly. Never had he seen anything neither been on something like it but only mildly impressed.

At the stern of said ship, that was named a Clovette. A lovers name perhaps or previous owner, but it was a gigantic head the eyes on it closed and the nose erect with thick lips. She had another opened eye on her forehead, with a slender body (only with little clothing) that fitted her face perfectly. Zar had only came up with the conclusion it was female because of the long wavy locks that cascaded down looking like giant tentacles each, though flawless.

The ship crew members all lazed around their job already finished and some still watching over in case of disasters, those idle told stories of the past events to the younger ones, all sat on the barrel chairs they crafted themselves. There was this one old man with thin, stark white hair, wrinkly all over, looking as if he'd seen a lot in his lifetime recounting the days of old when Zar decided to voice himself.

"May I inquire about the name of and the sculpture on this ship?" Surprisingly, to Nefèrro,with manners hearing what was said despite how far he was.

"Oyy why can't you be that nice to me eh?" And afterwards was shot a sharp glare, huffing Nefèrro turned his head to the sea he was polluting with his insides now out.

"Clovette! The story of Clovette. Lad, that story I have not told nor heard in years, mi old self might not remember all the details but never the less, it will be told to the best of meh ability."

The man cleared his throat.

"Way before you and I , when the east and west never got along, meh grandad...... wait was it meh great grandad?" he mumbled the last part to himself tho every word was clearly heard. " Where was I, ah yes meh great grandfather began to build, thes boat, the savages (people) called him an eiren for trying to build such a foolish ting, someting that could float on water, unbelievable, he ignored and did it of course proving those people wrong. Testings went wrong yes, he made improvements, fixed what was wrong then set out on a voyage, with several others wandering on the sea formatting maps of where they went getting lost in the process. Then she came, Clovette I mean. Came to the rescue of men, she was described in that moment awe inspiring. They said she walked right  of the sea, her 'hair' was thick ranging in between the shades of green and blue but seemed to move on their own accord, her eyes the colour, such brilliance, the brightest thing meh great grandad said eve eva seen. Her skin pale, with some sorts of blue scales decorating her arm others at her legs, only a few ranging from her eyebrow to her hairline."

"The woman told them to turn back, 'go the way you came and never return' meh grandad chose that time to voice his words 'Lady of the sea we are lost do help us find the way home.' Meh grandad was pleading with words and his eyes. Her mouth open taking pity on them but the words died down as all flinched except her when suddenly lightning striked the thunder clapped against the sky which was not too for behind 'It is too late human yours and my time has ran out my deep apologies.' Dark, angry gray clouds formed out of nowhere the rain starting to pour slightly on them."

"Something unusual happened meh grandad said that those eyes were the reason for his survival that day. The eyes of men looked at the sky wondering what brought this mishap on their shoulders, heavy winds now tried to blow them away while causing dangerous ripples in the ocean. Panic brimmed on the surface as the ship swayed violently the waters transforming into giant waves. The men moved from side to side some falling off to their deaths, but what unmoving was the woman, she seemed unaffected by the occurrences like she knew it was going to happen before the crew arrived.Then he came, Riel, came to bend the waters to his will. First it was only the raising of waves, big waves that could swallow the ship whole. And piercing through the black skies were bolts of lightning, lighting up the enclosed darkness surrounding them setting afire the sail on the ship, only seconds after thunder, the rumble that of an enraged monster's, the winds howled no time to take pity on those aboard the ship."

"Even deh Mother herself shook and quivered from the ferocity of that storm, one which so far out in the ocean took apart non- discovered islands sinking them in deep trenches or so believed. He was chaos. He was disaster. As floorboards of the ship came apart under men's feet the gorgeous woman floated at the same place at first sight. Her hair blown back, the heavy gusts the cause. Eyes closed, breathing calm and she focused. What she was doing? Meh grandad had no idea. Sudden her eyes opened not only the two that they first saw, but a third in the centre of her forehead. The forces clashed against each other, the woman, her power able to take down armies but the face that none could somehow spot with a far greater power at that."

"At that point the men aboard tumbled, tumbled and tumbled straight off the ship to their sudden deaths. Some fell into boarded rails as Clovette turned on her side moving with the tides that roared at her sides. Meh grandad one of them, many said he was lucky only injuries that were not so serious as to kill him. But he watched his vision swimming trying to keep his focus on the two as each send hits to the other. Vision blurry, the two specks in grandad peripheral vision, man and woman, if they could be called such, fought for dominance to see who could reign over the sea. What seemed like seconds after grandad eyes drew closed, in truth long minutes where the fight drew out no naming of winner, they submerged back under water. Disappearing from sight and finally once more a clear sky where his eyelids were heavy and closed once more. Where had they gone not something he would like to discover once more but to thank her and her third eye. Clovette". He ended.

" Now members of our family praise her for our lives, without her we would not even live on the face of this planet."

"Dad, yuh ol' geezer, yah telling yuh ol' stories again." A lad looking like he had not yet touched fourteen summers approached (in truth he is the same age as Zar) ,thin, maybe even can be considered bony with how meager he was the large clothing he was currently wearing hung off the petit body. The boy had mousy brown hair his hanging in his eyes with its length, obviously irritating him. His lips up in a sneer.

And Nefèrro, well he was being his normal self and decided to take a break from releasing the fluids of his stomach.

"Have you no decency for heritage, you uncultured swine, your dad is merely passing on the teachings he was taught. Do you not believe in your own heritage? With the world that we hone, do you not believe that there is anything such as a three eyed nymph." Nefèrro's green eyes narrowed curiously.

"What meh believe is not yuh concern, is what my eyes see and what my ears hear is what I choose to believe. Who are you to judge, eh?

Ignoring the question Nefèrro continued using his instrument of annoyance.

"How dare you!! no respect for your elders or even you own father. Are you even of age to take the Rituals of Chevaon, I can bet your fighting skills will carry you no where? What a little-" Nefèrro proceeded to mutter under his breath, words surely not to be said by those of high status.

All the while the two immature  nincompoops argued like they were children, Zar was only one of the spectators among them.

Idiots.

He then noticed the old man, father whatever watching with hurt in his maybe the tiredness as well also a spectator of the two going back and forth. Truth be told Zarmeideus almost felt sorry for him.

"Hnn maybe meh will fight yah and see how well yah fair." By now the bony adolescent was red in the face riled up by the man child's (Nefèrro's) jabs. Of course it was expected of the blond headed man to act this way, he was of course Nefèrro, an eight summer aged boy trapped in a mans' body.

"This little child, what disrespect I receive from children nowadays, I'll teach you a lesson." The muscular golden locks man proceeded to jump on the lad who looked like he had not passed fourteen summers or ate proper food which provided some sort of fat.

The lad's arms raised in defence ready for the onslaught, while the advisors of Nefèrro got to work, them and the guards keeping the man child at bay. After a few whispered words from the advisors (whom Zar did not even know the arse had since he had never seen them before arriving at the ship) the face of Nefèrro turned into that of a pout then a devious smirk. Of course he was planning something.

"You are not even at anywhere close to the level of myself, this surely would not do, since you won't fair well." He tutted at the lad whose face was now a paragon of a cherry.

Cocky bastard.

"So I have chose someone other than myself do to the honours."

"Who is this person, surely I hope he will fair better than you would have." The golden headed man smirk became bigger, it was creepy to say the least.

"He's my ward, surely he shouldn't be a problem to you."

Wait, hold up!! What did he just say? The first thoughts to jump in the black head's mind.