Chapter1- The
quiet before the storm
The sun started to
rise out of the east. The morning dew was fresh on the flowers and grass. The
forest was quiet and calm. The flaps of bird wings filled the air. The sound of
Horses galloping at full speed broke the silence and echoed through the woods.
A pack of thirty men rode behind the lead rider.
They
rode to the clearing of the forest on top of a hill. Down below them a few
miles ahead laid a vast city. The lead rider let out a cry and put his spurs
into his horse. The riders behind him followed suit galloping behind ever
vigilantly. They were all wearing buffalo skin over their boiled leather armor.
There was a chill in the air. That could be seen from the white air they let
out with each breath.
Horns
blared from the watchtowers of the kingdom. The horses kicked up dust along the
road creating a cloud like path behind them. Gaurds at the cities entrance
assembled themselves to greet the riders. The flag of Thandor flew high above
them in the morning air. The flag was separated into two stripes the bottom was
an emerald green. Above it was a red stripe and in the middle of the two
stripes was a six-pointed star.
A
smile broke out of the lead riders face as he saw the flag. He knew it all to
well. The green represented the origin of aura each man was blessed with. The
red was for the bloodshed that came with the blessing. The star in the center
each point on it represented the six walks of life. He bore the same star on
his shoulder that was covered by his coat.
A
rider behind him carried a different flag though that waved in the air behind
them as they rode. The flag in his hand was black. The great dragon of fire and
the dragon of wisdom locked their talons together and protected the sun. a
symbol of their unit and standing.
The
French horn continued to be blown as the riders entered the city. Soldiers
saluted the riders as they passed. The city was beginning to come to life as
they rode in. little kids were fetching water or bringing it back home. Women
and men walked around them getting ready to begin their day. They were heading
to the market or getting supplies for breakfast. Many stopped and stared at the
riders, some waved, and others flashed a smile.
The
riders continued on through out the city. The breeze was refreshing as the sun
rose higher in the sky. The smell of bakers preparing their days supply filled
theirs nose. Each rider was ready for a
hot meal and a hot bath. The sound of
celebration was in the air. Trumpetors blared their horns and drummers banged
their drums announcing the arrival of the riders. The mountain echoed the
praise and sounds of the welcoming city.
They
reached the corridor to the castle. Gaurds lined the rows to the entrance. The
horsemen road through as the gaurds erupted with excitement around them. They
clanked their swords to their chest in unison. The great doors of the castle
opened. The king walked out with his elite gaurds. The court came to silence as
he raised his hand. The riders got off their horses and removed their helmets
each soldier walked forward with their helmets in hand. They bent down on one
knee in front of the king. King Domori was a tall naidni. His skin was red and
brown. His headdress bore the six-point star of Thismal. He had a long lock of
hair running down his back. Over his right eye was a tattoo. Over his eyebrow
was a line and at the end of each point of the line was a diagonal line that
enclosed his eye in between.
“One
year ago we sent our finest soldiers to defeat the zarthan uprising. Now they
have returned. Arise brave warriors and tell me of your victory. Tonight men we
celebrate!” the king said as he walked over to the lead rider and touched his
shoulder.
The
soldiers cheered banging their swords against their shields.
“I
am glad to see you my son. It has been to long. Where is your brother?” the
king asked over the noise.
“Is
that really a question? Father he is with the troops. He will be along
momentarily!” Prince Nu said with a chuckle.
“Come
go get washed up and prepare for the celebration. Your mother has been
expecting you for some time” King Domori said
Prince
Nu listened and made his way into the castle, which stood firmly into the
mountain. The columns were forged from crystals and stalagmite from the
mountain. It glistened as the sun hit it. What wasn’t crystal was marble. There
weren’t many places in the castle that didn’t shine. The chandelairs was made
from gold finely crafted to accomodate the rest of the palace. Prince Nu made
it to his room and looked around it like a stranger. He removed all his
clothing except his under clothes and splashed his face with cold water. He
looked at himself in the mirror and smiled.
Over
his left eye was a brand of the fire symbol. He was happy to be back home
again. Yet he missed being out on the field with his sword in hand. The past
year had been his first real test as a warrior. He stopped the pillaging of the
Zartans with minor casualties and no help from the clerics, all while managing
to keep Gin’s head squarely on his body.
The
rush of the victory still flowed through him. He could hear the trumpets and
mandolins blaring outside in the palace courtyard. He walked over to his window
and took in the scenery of his King Domori. There was a buzz in the town as the
citizens prepared for the festival. Prince Nu turned away from the window and
dropped on his bed. He closed his eyes and slowly slipped into a slumber.
An
urgent knock abruptly woke him up. Before he could get out of bed, his door
burst open. Prince Gin bound in with the biggest smile on his face. He grabbed
Prince Nu and spun him around. Prince Nu pushed his little brother away and
fixed himself. No one would be happier to be home then Prince Gin. Although he
was a great fighter he was no warrior. He preferred to tend to plants and bury
his face in books.
“Brother
are you going to sleep through the festival. There are women and drinks waiting
to be devoured.” Prince Gin said with a great smile.
Prince Nu pushed
Gin away and grabbed up some clothes and put them on. He put on a light white
cotton shirt and some breeches. Then turned to Gin and grabbed him putting him
in a headlock. Prince Nu pulled his younger brother out of his room. The two
continued down the hall with Prince Gin still under Prince Nu’s armpits. The
sun was beginning to set. The orange glow from it shined through the halls as
they walked. Prince Gin fighting effortlessly to get free of his brothers grip.
Servants opened
the doors for the two to enter the courtyard. The sounds of music and people
exploded around them as the doors opened. King Domori gave Prince Nu a scornful
look from across the courtyards, and he released his brother. Prince Gin
quickly scurried away and fixed himself. The queen touched the king’s hand and
they both looked at each other. Laughter and music filled the air. People
rejoiced and danced there was a harmonious peace in the air.
The king summoned
his servants to fill up his chalice. He grabbed a fork and tapped it three
times. The music stopped as the king stood and raised his cup. All attention
was on the king. The queen stood by his side smiling ear to ear.
“A toast for my
sons and our troops who crushed the rebellion in the south and for the future
king.” King Domori said
The crowd erupted
and cups rose in the air. The musicians picked right back up where they left
off. Prince Gin and Prince Nu danced in the center of the courtyard with girls.
Laughter and merriment were in the air. The moon was in its fullest form
lighting up the kingdom with its glow. Lightening bugs danced around the
partygoers.
The crowd slowly
started to shrink as the sun started to rise. Men slept on the banquet table
with cups of ale still in hand. The musicians started to get shaky with their
notes.
“That’s enough
boys’” Prince Nu said walking past them. Two Naidni women held him up as he
stumbled with them into the castle.
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A
hard knock on the door jumped Prince Gin out of his sleep. The sunshine in his
room blinded him as he opened his eyes. He dove back under the covers; his head
was pounding from the night before.
“Will
you be joining us for lunch young master?” his servant Lorenzo asked as he
closed the door behind himself.
“What
time is it” Prince Gin asked jumping out of his covers. He walked to his sink.
“Half past lunch,
I have been trying to wake you up since breakfast!” Lorenzo said grabbing
clothes out of his closet. He laid them on the bed.
Prince Gin got
dress and followed Lorenzo down the hall. The palace seemed to be in merriment.
Maids buzzed around doing their daily chores with a smile on their face and pep
in their step. Lorenzo opened the dining room doors and introduced Prince Gin.
“He made it”
Prince Nu laughed and clapped.
“Prince Nu be
nice. He had a long night last night.” Eleanor said
“You be too easy
on the boy, when will you be more responsible like your brother. I wont be here
forever you two will have the kingdom when I am gone.” kingdom said sternly.
“Yes I know father
and I will try harder father” Prince Gin said sitting at the table.
They all sat in
silence for a moment and began lunch. The queen broke the silence by praising
her planning skills. She heckled the boys about the girls they were dancing
with. Eleanor slid her hand over to Domori’s and caressed the top of it. He put
his hand over her’s and tapped it gently with a smile.
“Mom, dad gross”
Prince Gin said putting his utensils down.
King Domori smiled
at Eleanor then gave Prince Gin a glare. He stood up and held his hand for his
wife to rise. He bid the boys farewell and the two of them walked out the hall
cuddled together. Prince Gin and Prince Nu both looked at each other and
laughed.
“You know dad is
right he won’t be around forever soon I’ll be king!” Prince Nu said “but let us
look on the bright side. If you continue to be a failure, I’ll be around to
clean up your mess.”
Prince Nu got up
from the table but sat back down in laughter. He reminisced on the last five
challenges of Litric he beat his brother at. He walked around the table still
laughing and swung his arms over Prince Gins shoulder. He went to punch him in
the chest. Prince Gin stopped him raising his aura up a bit. They both were
glowing from their aura now. Prince Nu smiled as he glowed a fiery red while
gin-looked uncomfortable with his blue aura. They both looked at each other as
the table started to shake from the forces they were letting off.
Prince Nu turned
his grapple into a headlock. He laughed as he held gins head into his chest and
walked out with him. Gin tried to fight but once again couldn’t get out of his
lock.
“Brother come join
me for my midday workout” Prince Nu said releasing him and laughing.
“I have other
things to do then wrestle with you and your boyfriends” gin said teasingly as
he caught his breath.
“Run along little
brother go play with your flowers and crayons.” Prince Nu scoffed at him as he
walked down the corridor.
Gin continued on
straight and walked to the balcony. The sun warmed his red skin. He pulled his
jet-black hair back as he fixed his clothes. He breathed in a deep lung full of
fresh air. The balcony overlooked the castle garden. He marveled in the
magnificence of his work. He managed the garden for as long as he could
remember. His mother always joked he should of took the gift of earth.
Gin continued down
toward the garden. He entered and the aroma overwhelmed him with pleasure. He
walked down one of the isles and stepped over the rail. He walked over to a new
path of flowers growing. Bending down over them gin focused his aura. He
started glowing blue again and his hand waved over the flowers and water poured
from it. It gently fell on the plants.
The water dripped
off their budding red leaves. Prince Gin got up and stepped back he walked back
to the path. Gin focused himself some more in the tranquility of the garden. He
sat on the ground and began his meditation with his aura glowing stronger by
the moment. The clouds around the garden started to come together and grow
black. They crackled a little and a light shower sprinkled over the garden.
The water flowed
around gin and not a drop touched him. He marveled at the fruits of his labor.
He focused his energy and the rain stopped. He walked to the back of the garden
straight to a bright purple plant. The hairs on the bud were a fire red. He
pulled out a pipe from his jacket. Gin plucked a bud from the plant and kissed
it. He walked over to a bench in the garden. He blew a breath of wind on the
bench pushing all the water off of it. Leaving his seat nice and dry as he
calmly sat down and marveled at his garden once more.
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Prince Nu made a
circle in the sand where he stood. Twenty guards all armed with practice
swords, stood around him preparing for their attack. His teacher Darus stood on
the second tier of the yard and looked on. He motioned to the soldiers to
attack. Nu dodged the first man and lashed him on his belly with the sword
making him bend over in pain. Another soldier came in prepared to attack.
Prince Nu blocked him and spun around to stop the one coming from behind him.
After laying them two down a man with a bow staff stepped through the crowd.
The bow staff man
wore an all black robe and moved as if he was one with the staff. The man swung
it over his back and head showing his discipline with the weapon. He bowed to
king Nu and jumped into attack. He lashed the bow staff on the ground and Nu
barely missed it. The other soldiers jumped out of the way not wanting to feel
the staff. The bow staff wielding man swatted at Prince Nu continuing to make
him be defensive but not getting him out the circle.
Finally one of his
attacks got Prince Nu to jump out and backed him into a wall while still
dodging the strikes. Prince Nu realized he was in trouble so he bounced off the
wall and swung at his enemy. The bow staff wielder blocked and started backing
up. Darus signaled a soldier to jump in. as he did Prince Nu almost landed his
strike on the bow staff wielder. The soldier swung Nu’s sword back allowing the
bow staff wielder to regain his balance.
Prince Nu jumped
back and glimpsed at all the soldiers around him. He centered himself and
focused his self. He wiped the sweat off his brow gripped his sword and
charged. He attacked the bow staff man, the swordsman tried to help again but Nu
kicked him in the chest. He grabbed the soldier and used him as a shield to
block the bow staff strike. Then shoved the wounded soldier into the surprised
bow staff wielder and pulled his staff away from him.
Darus pounded his
fist on the banister. All the soldiers in the yard focused on Prince Nu. They
all gripped their swords. Prince Nu smirked and looked at darus. He started to
swing the staff dancing his way to the center. He looked at the fear in the
soldier’s eyes as he made his way. Each of them was unsure of themselves and
ready to fall by his attack. It gave him a silent thrill and he knocked one
after another of them down.
A soldier broke
his concentration by attacking. Prince Nu struck him with the staff. One after
the other they dropped. Prince Nu made his way towards the steps in the
courtyard. He made a path of destruction headed to the bottom of the steps. He
ran up the steps and the soldiers followed in rows of three. Halfway up he
turned around and used the staff horizontally to knock them down. Nu ran back
down after them and grabbed two swords off the fallen soldiers.
Soldiers stepped
over their fellow brethren to chase him up the steps. Darus jumped on the ledge
and jumped onto another ledge and started to climb. The soldiers swung and
Prince Nu defended backpedaling to find an exit. He spun with his sword at the
attacking soldiers buying him-self some room. He jumped on the ledge and cut
the drapes hanging overhead. He threw it on the soldiers buying him some time
to climb up.
As his hands
gripped the top of the roof Darus stepped on his hand. King Nu yelled out but
grabbed with his other hand. Darus tried to do it once more Prince Nu used his
momentum and jumped up off his other hand. Darus jumped back and turned in
surprise. Prince Nu swung his sword at him Darus dodged it and laughed as if a
child swung it.
Prince Nu
continued on the offensive. Darus casually dodged him. At his next swing Darus
grabbed his arm and flipped his sword out his hand. He threw the sword up and
it landed on the other end of the roof behind him. Prince Nu looked at the
sword then at Darus smirking face. He focused himself and struck out at darus.
Darus blocked and continued to back up. King Nu tried to kick him; Darus
grabbed his foot and pulled him in for a punch.
Prince Nu hunched
over from the powerful blow. Darus flicked him off him and attempted to jump
back. Prince Nu grabbed his leg and pulled him back down. He dropped him and
punched him in the ribs. Nu jumped for the sword and clutched it. Darus stood
up and prepared for the attack he dodged and blocks it. The practice sword
exploded with the impact to his arm.
Darus stood firm
and punched the shocked Prince Nu in his chest again. The soldiers standing in
the courtyard marveled at the fight they were watching. Darus raised his foot
to stomp on Prince Nu who blocked both with his hands. He thought to himself
for an old man Darus was strong. But then again he was an inimeg and that wolf
blood was strong in his veins. Nu pushed his foot back up with all his might.
Darus jumped back and Prince Nu stood up.
“So old man why
don’t we finish this up like real men!” Prince Nu said as he brushed himself
off.
Prince Nu did a
back flip off the roof and landed in the courtyard. Two soldiers ran over and
presented him with two swords. Darus landed and walked over to them. They each
picked one and bowed to each other. The soldiers cleared away to give them
room.
Prince Nu and
darus focused their energy raising their aura’s up. Darus slammed his sword to
the ground it came back up as a rock sword. The blade shined as if it was made
of marble. He swung his sword straight at Prince Nu. A small boulder flew out
the sword. Prince Nu sliced it and from that spark his sword started to burn.
The sword looked no different except from the blue flames rising and swaying
with the wind around it. Prince Nu created a circle around himself and the
ground burned as the sword cut through it. With one hand he signaled for Darus
to attack.
Darus lunged at
him and the two exchanged blows. Darus pushed Prince Nu out his box and stepped
in it. They battle for a few more moments trading blows. King Nu got frustrated
that he was still in his circle. That gave darus the opportunity to strike his
sword out his hand. The sword flew into the crowd of on looking soldiers and landed
in the ground. Prince Nu looked at darus sword so close to his neck. He could
smell the earth burning from all the strikes to his sword in his nose.
“Thinking will get
you killed!” Darus said breaking the silence and pulled his sword back. “All of
you should keep that in mind, now let us prepare for dinner!”
Prince Nu bowed
with a troubled look on his face.
“What troubles you
my pupil?” darus asked
“You could of cut
off my head!” Prince Nu said
“Yes well I guess
I could of if I wanted to. You have fought in many battles why does it trouble
you now” Darus asked laughing
“I do not know. It
just felt so real when I smelt your sword.” Prince Nu said
“You are a fine
warrior. You must remain clear headed in battle. That temper of yours will be
your downfall.” Darus said giving him a stern look.
Darus patted him
on his back and made a left down the corridor. Prince Nu made a right and shook
his head as if it would get the smell out his nose. He tried to get the thought
out of his head. He walked into his room and peeled his clothes off. Nu was hot
and sweaty. Yet his reflection in the mirror made him admire his chiseled
physique. He walked in to his shower and turned it on. The water splashed him
with cold water; he fixed it to how he liked it. Nu punched the wall leaving a
dent in it. Pieces of the framing fell off as he pulled his hand back. Prince
Nu leaned on the wall and under the shower letting the water run down his head.
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King Domori and
Lorax walked through the palace talking. The moon shined on the palace. There
was a cooling wind blowing in the night air. They walked to the balcony of the
palace. They over looked their vast kingdom. The lights in the kingdom gave it
a vibrant look. King domori thought to himself about what it took to build his
kingdom. How lorax and Darus had become his top generals. As he overlooked the
city all these thoughts ran through his mind, as he considered the fates of all
the people that would come under his decision.
“With this defeat
to the rebels in the south we can now focus on the taruvians to the east.”
Lorax said
“All this talk of
war lorax after all these years we need peace.” King Domori said “we have had
prosperity in the kingdom.”
“Yes my lord I
understand I was simply advising on our window of opportunity to grab the
Bengal Harbor.” Lorax said
“I will take it in
to consideration” king Domori said
The two continued
their walk and talk. The castle was quiet tonight. Their footsteps echoed down
the corridor. A new pair of footsteps caught their attention. Darus reared the
corner and the three greeted each other.
“Ahhh Darus how
nice of you to stumble on us, come walk with us lorax was proposing a strategy
to take the Bengal Harbor!” king Domori said as they continued to walk.
The three talked
over the plan as the night air blew around them. They made their way to the war
room of the palace. They entered the room and lorax struck a match to turn on
the lights. The flame ran around the borders of the wall lighting it up. A map
showing their world, as they knew it was designed into the table. The edging
and outlines of the borders were in gold. Chairs lined all around the table.
Small figurines were placed in specific points on the board.
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Boulders rained
down from the air as if hail. Soldiers avoided them as best as they could as
they fought for their lives. Soldiers watched as boulders smashed their
brothers at war. One hesitates and drops his sword to mourn. The clashing of
two swords in his face snapped him back to reality. Darus stands in front of
him and throws the zartan’s sword back. He plunges his sword in to his chest
and kicks him off.
“You can join him
now or mourn him later.” Darus said pulling the solider up.
A huge dark shadow
caught his eye, a boulder rotated above him. He covered himself and the soldier
preparing for impact. A cloud of dust covered them. Darus got up coughing and
fanning the dust away.
“Is it tea time
already Darus?” lorax asked riding up on a black horse. He held his staff in
his left hand and the reigns in his right.
Darus grabbed his
sword off the floor and nodded at the soldier.
“Hey I am at 23
how much you got?” Darus asked as he slashed a zartan and sliced another.
“40” lorax
answered laughing
“40?” Darus
thought to himself as he dodged a blade and sliced another zartan.
Lorax jumped back
in to the battlefield with his mighty steed. It was all black with a white
diamond on its forehead. A group of
zartan’s jumped in front of him. His horse rose up in fear.
“Zarthas” lorax
said pointing his staff to the ground. The roots in the grounds came up and
grabbed the zartans. One root spun one launched him back into the fight. The
other root slammed a zartan repeatedly into the ground. Another wrapped the
zartan and squeezed him until he started to shake and his head dropped
rendering him unconscious. Lorax watched with a fire in his eyes and a smile on
his face.
He whipped his
horse and continued through the battlefield. A giant zargo plowed through the
soldiers. With one arm he swiped and threw five naidni in the air. Once again
lorax pointed his hand to the ground. Roots came up and tried to restrain the
surprised zargo. The zargo began to get pulled down but fought back. He pulled
the roots out of the ground. New roots came up and pulled him harder down. They
wrapped up his legs and the zargo fell down hard. All the zartan’s behind him
got squashed. Lorax looked away at the sight and thought of the mangled bodies.
“O come on!” darus
said looking at the sight.
He slammed his
sword into the ground and brought it back up wider and thicker. The stone that
came up gleamed in the midday sun. He went into a blitz plowing his sword
through zartan after zartan. He fought through the crowd then realized he was
encircled. He slammed his sword back into the ground it came back up as a
spear.
Darus stabbed the
first zartan in the chest that jumped at him. He slammed his sword with the
zartan into the ones to his right knocking them over. He pulled the staff back
and knocked the zartan behind in the nose. He spun and sliced him down his
head. Darus slammed the staff in the ground giving a zartan a bicycle kick to
get up. He continued to run in a circle running on the zartan’s chest knocking
them down. He stood up straight and pulled the staff back up. Darus looked like
a mad man as he threw his hair back and looked around covered in zartan blood.
“Come at me” darus
shouted breaking his staff in half. He dropped both pieces down. The earth swallowed
them and spit back up two stone swords. Darus grabbed the swords and twirled
them together. A zartan ran up and he dodged his blow and cut his head off. He
kicked his body without letting his head fall off his swords. The head slowly
rolled off his sword and he kicked that to them.
One zartan caught
it he looked at it and threw it behind him. He called out and beat his chest.
He attacked darus as they exchanged blows the rest-closed in. suddenly a wind
blew some away and roots sprung up. Darus continued mowing down the zartans.
The zartan’s
turned and started to flee. Soldiers cheered and many still gave chase.
“Darus, darus”
king Domori said clapping
“Yes my lord sorry
I drifted off for a moment.” Darus said shaking his head
“Maybe we have
strategized enough for the night.” King Domori said.
“Yes lets call it
a night” lorax said eyeing Darus
King Domori walked
to the door and put his hand by the fires that lit the room. All the fire
quickly came into his hand. The room was dark as they left; lorax pulled the
door closed behind them. Lorax and darus bowed to King domori and continued
down the hall together. The king went his way towards his chambers.
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As king Domori
walked down the corridor and reminisced on his younger days. The palace lit up
from the moon in the sky. As king Domori crossed pass a pillar he turned back
into a child. He looked around the palace as he strolled.
“Prince Domori,
where have you been? I have been looking all over for you,” a much younger
Lorenzo said catching up to the young prince.
Lorenzo grabbed
Domori’s hand and turned him around. His face was covered in chocolate. Lorenzo
grabbed out a napkin from his pocket. He wiped his face clean and fixed his
hair. He stood and put his hand out for Domori to grab it. Young Domori grabbed
his hand and followed behind him. They entered a hall inside the palace.
Cleric’s formed in two vertical lines toward the stage where the king Gando
sat.
Domori clutched
Lorenzo’s and lightly as they walked. Lorenzo shook it gently and nodded at
him. Lorenzo let go off his hand as his father summoned him forward. Domori
slowly walked forward and knelt in front of Gando’s throne. Two clerics brought
out a table with four viles and a cup. One vile was filled with dirt, another
filled with a burning bush, and the next filled with water and the final was
empty.
A cleric walked
over and grabbed the cup off the board. He handed Domori the cup filled with
the magic ore. Domori smelled the shiny black drink and made a face. He looked
around him at the masked cleric, Lorenzo and finally at his father. He could
hear his heart beating but still took the cup and drank it all. He went to put
the cup down and the room started to spin and he slowly faded away.
Domori floated in
a sky like world, which he knew to be the asterian plane. Suddenly he slowly
started to fall uncontrollablly; he landed with a thud on sand. He looked
around to see himself on a beach, slowly standing to his feet and brushing the
sand off of himself. The water started to rise and in the distance he made out
a turtle shell. A giant turtle slowly walked up to the shore. Domori stood
still trembling with fear looking at the massive beast still unsure of what was
happening. The wind started to pick up
forcing him to plant himself deeper in the sand. A tornado formed out in the
ocean and also came forward to the island. The forces started to come to a calm
settling all the trees on the island.
Domori marveled at
the power of the tornado and it’s discipline. It stood in all its might next to
the turtle not destroying a thing. The sky started to crackle and the volcano
on the island began to erupt. A dragon erupted out of the magma and circled the
island. The dragon’s scales were red as the magma it came from. It dove down
straight for Domori with all his fangs out. Domori stood in fear until he met
the dragon’s eyes as their eye’s connected a sudden calm came over him. The
dragon circled him wrapping him around inside his body. As Domori stood inside
the dragon’s spiral he felt its warmth and the power.
The dragon flew
next to the turtle. The ground around Domori started to swirl. He was slowly
being sucked down into the sand. He tried to fight but the more he struggled
the more he sank. He looked on in horror and wonder as a man started to rise up
next to him. The man was made from sand he reached into the sand and pulled Domori
up from the sand. Domori expected his hand to be soft but it was hard as rock.
The tornado, the turtle and the dragon all turned white and stood in front of
Domori in human form.
“Do you know who
we are?” zarton asked.
Domori nodded and
looked at the four warriors. He was told many tales of them growing up. He knew
the day would come when he would meet them but still he was amazed to see these
immortals in front of him.
“So you know what
you must do then?” zarton asked
“I see great power
in him” lordan said raising his hand
Domori started to
levitate and his chest started to glow. He felt this warming sensation take
over his body. His chest was glowing green and the four gods had smiles on
their face.
“You child are
blessed with an abnormal amount of aura you are truly thorgans kin, you will
leave here with two gift’s rather than one” lordan said lowing him back down.
The glow slowly started to fade away.
Domori watched as
his glow left him and the sensation with it. He held his stomach as if he could
bring it back. As he looked up they were gone. As he looked around the beach
started to shake. The sky started to break away and he started to fall back
through the sand. Domori awoke from his trip. He looked around to see everyone
still looking at him. He reached over to the table and grabbed the vile of
fire.
Domori looked at
the burning bush for a second then swallowed it. He felt the bush going down
his throat he was expecting it to burn but it felt rather tasty. As it hit his
stomach he burped and smoke rose out of his mouth and nose. He went to grab the
next vile. Lorax stepped out of the line of clerics to stop him but the king
motioned for him to stop. Domori hesitated but looked at his father, who
beckoned him to continue.
Domori grabbed for
the empty vile as he picked it up. The sky darkened and boomed. A great wind
blew open the hall doors. The wind picked kingdom up and he twirled in the
middle of the vertex. His eyes rolled back in his skull. The fire inside of him
came out and swirled around with the wind. It looked like a hurricane made of
fire. Everyone in the room looked at the marvel and power of this small child.
Domori lowered
himself and walked over to his father’s throne. He knelt before him and as he
did the sky cleared up and the door to the chambers slammed shut.
“Today my son has
made me proud and we welcome a new warrior into our mitts” Gando said picking
his son up from off his knee and hugged him.
The clerics
removed the tray and the viles from in front of the throne. They filed out
single file from the door to the right of the throne. A younger Lorax watched domori as they
marched away. He clutched his fist tightly as he watched the king praise the
prince. He threw his greenion cloak over his shoulders and with a scowl walked
away quietly behind the clerics
“Dear will you be
coming to bed or will you continue to patrol the halls?” Eleanor asked
teasingly to Domori snapping him out his
dream.
Eleanor started
him a bit and she noticed. She caressed his face gently. The warmth of the moon
wrapped around them. It was set over them as they were standing on the balcony.
Domori looked into Eleanor’s twinkling eyes and smiled. The two kissed under
the stars and walked off to their chambers.
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