Dawn Of Prophecy

Prologue-3

Another icicle flew at the distracted Rhys. With one hand the blue dragon manipulated the icicle. With the other the blue dragon summoned a pool of water to the space between the red dragon and Rhys’ sword. The pool froze instantly, momentarily stopping Rhys’ blade from ending the red dragon’s life. Rhys again melted the projectile with his fire blade, his serrated blade failing his attack as it stuck in the ice.

The ice shattered as the red dragon crashed to the ground with a dull thud, screaming as his shoulder landed first with all his weight and slid. Rhys adjusted his movement toward the place where the red dragon lay, once again thrusting his sword toward the red dragon. The third ice spike entered between Rhys’ ribs and hung from his body like a new limb.

Rhys fell to his side, his black serrated blade falling to the ground next to the red dragon. The fire sword disappeared as quickly as it appeared. He lay on the ground, immense pain filling his body. Just have to heal myself. He thought as one of his hands glowed an eerie blue. The shard of ice slowly slid from his ribs, blood flowing heavier with every inch the shard moved.

He raised himself up, the shard of ice melting in a pool of blood where he once lay, forgetting the other dragons existed for the moment. Rhys’ hands changed from blue to green, hovering over the wound and the flow of blood began to staunch. He became dizzy from the loss of blood and was thankful he had time to heal.

His hands fell to the ground, severed at the wrist and Rhys’ eyes opened wide. He didn’t scream as he stared down at his hands laying on the ground and the pain raced through him. He looked from the bodiless hands to the claymore that raised from his side to eye level.

This is it. He thought as the claymore passed over his head moving somewhere behind him. He stared at the silver lit horizon. He could hear the sword pull back some distance that he couldn’t determine. At least I get to see this beautiful scene before I die. He thought as his blood pooled at his knees.

The sword quickly moved toward his neck when a voice yelled stop. Marishka mournfully moved toward the incapacitated dragon. Rhys turned his head back as the blade opened his skin while he turned. The blood trickled down his neck as he watched her approach both guards.

“Leave us.” She said softly.

The red dragon draped his arm across the blue dragon’s shoulder, and they left as Marishka knelt at her lovers’ side. Rhys stared at her, words escaping him as he began to fall over. Her hands stretched out, catching him as he began falling back. His eyes searched her tear-soaked face for some semblance of strength only to find neither could look at the other without crying.

“You fool.” She said as she watched him begin to fade. “I loved you, but my people always come before my own feelings.”

Rhys coughed and stared into her silver rimmed eyes. “I love y…” He coughed and blood splattered her face. She did not flinch. “You.” He finished.

She leaned down and her lips met his own. His lips lost strength as he faded from the world. Gently she lay his head on the ground and stood up raising a hand to summon her guards.

A light engulfed Rhys’ body as it raised and faced her. His eyes were dull and lifeless, and her head rang heavily. The entire castle cried out in pain. She would find later that the entire planet cried out.

Queen Marishka stared at the dragon she loved as blood flowed from her nose and ears. Rhys’ mouth began moving, but nothing escaped his lips. She cried out as the ringing in her head increased, her tears fell red.

Our people will flee the planet because of the things you began. The world will be filled with the walking dead and a green dragon will control them all. The end of dragons is nigh at the hands of my heir who will first take his own mothers’ life. The last black dragon king will rule with a mind that is filled with insanity and pain because of this loss. He will follow in his own fathers’ footsteps and enslave the people. My heir will bring about the destruction of the angry mourner and shortly after will bring about the end of all dragons. Heed my warning and end your evil ideals and deeds to save Stelladahn from the destruction that you started.

Rhys’ body fell to the floor as the ringing in Marishka’s head stopped. The castle, and the world, fell silent as everyone recovered, bloody and shaken, from the painful prophecy of a dead dragon. Marishka fell to the ground, a black mist extruding from her hand moved to the red dragon kneeling on the ground in pain.

The guard slowly walked to the balcony, raising his hand at the dead body as he did. Flames engulfed Rhys’ body. As the physical form burned a bright white-purple light escaped and disappeared into the sky above.

Marishka watched as Rhys’ soul lit up the night sky and all the land around, fading only when it finally left the planet. The red dragon stopped burning the body and turned toward his Queen. “Everyone received that message?” He asked in a trance like state.

Marishka covered her face as the bloody tears once again turned clear. She couldn’t end things now, no matter the risk overall. These were ravings of a dragon driven crazy by the power that he possessed. How much of it would be true she couldn’t tell, but she would not end her project, regardless of other beliefs. Green dragons dared not use their magic to raise the dead, they had morals and a code that they stood by as firmly as they could.

Marishka stood and walked to the balcony as guards cleaned up Rhys remains from the ground. Clouds rolled in quickly and rain fell from the sky as even Stelladahn mourned her loss.