The Origin of Dracons

by The Inane Rambler

*a dracon child runs in and jumps on top of the grand-sire before her*

"Tell me a story, pwetty pwetty pwease," she pleaded.

"Well... all right. A long, long time ago there was only one dragon and that dragon was created from pure evil and malevolence. He was a pure red dragon, several times bigger then a Kraken. Horns longer than the longest lance you've seen protruded from the top of his head. His teeth were like swords in his mouth: big and curved inward, rending flesh and bone all at once. He had wings that spanned the horizon and a patch of scales down his back so red and sinister it was as if they were forged from the fires of Hell. His breath was so fierce and terrible that it laid waste to entire civilizations in minutes."

"For hundreds of years there was nothing to challenge him. His strength was formidable, his ferocity unmatched and unparalleled, save only for the Immortals. His name was a curse, and his shadow grew as the years passed. This land would have gone awry if he were not stopped…"

"The Immortals saw this and felt sorry for Alyria. Their pity welled and each Immortal cast a single tear down and into a puddle. The terrible dragon sensed this massive power and sought it out. After searching every corner of the land and gliding on the high winds of the north he came over the mountains and beheld his inevitable doom perched upon the largest of the Callias Mountains. Dwarfing the city in the distance, the last bastion of safety for every sentient race and everything else that scampers, scurries, strolls, and saunters under the sun and twin moons of Sepharia, he beheld a massive stone titan. Ferocious was his demeanor, gigantic his size. The ground shook as he walked, and our ancestors…" The grand-sire paused. "I will tell you his name but you must not reveal it to anyone because all other races insist we lie-since history is written by those who've hung heroes. Loosely translated to common speech it is Wyverex Auctor.

"The ground shook violently as the Stone Titan took its first steps about the land. The creatures of Alyria cowered before but were doubly frightened when they gazed northward and beheld such a lumbering beast above the mountains. Though titans may be big, they don't have the best eyesight. Wyverex Auctor perched upon the Callias Mountain Range, espied him from afar, and took to the air with a lustful gleam in his eye. For he thought, "This must be the wrath of the Gods and if they plan to use this pitiful creature to subdue me, then they don't realize my true might." It was said in ages past that crimson dragons were lustful of power and riches, but THE Crimson Hell-kite of Olde was the utter embodiment of that maxim."

"Thrusting his muscles, Wyverex took to the air again and passed high above the Titan and slowly moved towards the last town to lay it to waste. As the Titan drew near the last town his shadow fell upon it like a storm cloud encompassing the world. It lumbered slowly past the mountains. Boggled by this, Wyverex gathered his thoughts and pressed upon the mysterious beast and found a nothingness that disturbed him. It was an evil, unlike him. It was older, darker, and vile to the core. This new revelation took Wyverex by surprise, for he had thought it was his role to be the reaper of this world."

"Then a strange feeling took hold of him..."

"Pity and remorse for all those years of butchery weighed upon his soul with a crushing force. As the titan lumbered towards the last town on Sepharia, it slowly raised its massive club to lay the town asunder and Wyverex realized "If I let this titan destroy that town then what will be left for me to do?" A new hatred grew in Wyverex's eyes and heart.

"Catching the West Wind, Wyverex unfurled his wings to catch all the speed he could. Meanwhile, as the shadow of the Titan's weapon loomed closer, the denizens of the town, great and small, scurried for refuge. The legions of warriors sent to oppose this menace were trampled underfoot. When all hope was lost, from the west came a great roar unlike anything the world's ever heard-past, present, and future, as though all the Gods, angels, and demons themselves cried out in terror. All heads craned west as this sound drew nigh. Children's cries were drowned out by the multitudes of creatures panicking. Wyverex's fury swooped in from the west on wings that even the greatest scholars of today couldn't measure. All halted as this menace came faster upon the town. The ire in Wyverex's eyes could be seen and people in the streets died from its mere sight.

"Wyverex opened his mouth a second time and nothing could be heard. A flash of blinding light and searing heat, a stream of intense fire, spewed from his maw striking the titan and horribly burning him. He swooped and the two monsters clashed with a thunderous sound that echoed throughout the world."

"The battle continued for several hours, each mortally wounding the other in a struggle for supremacy. The Titan smashed Wyverex in his side with his club and Wyverex fell to the ground. The force of the impact was enough to shake the world. Battered and beaten, cut and bleeding, our ancestor saw something in the distance approaching them. Shock, fear, joy, confusion, all at once came over them. And as Wyverex slowly got up, the Titan loomed over him for the deathblow. Closer the mystery drew near. Wyverex, shaking his head as though he were dreaming while awake, lashed out with his tail in an effort to topple this mighty beast. Tail swirling, it stole the Titan's legs from under him and he fell. And as Wyverex turned he beheld that sight again. With his last strength, Wyverex lunged forward in the Titan's falling shadow, unsure why, knocking something out of the way. The Titan falling moments later, crushing the town."

"The lost of life that day was massive. But looking down, Wyverex beheld a female dragon for the first time in his life. She was a vibrant cerulean blue with scales that shined white. Sleek, agile, supple, and soft to touch. Wyverex stared into her eyes and beheld a tenderness and kindness that he had never known. The land knew a new calm that day, for the first time in ages. The town slowly settled, and the people still alive came out and beheld a sight that no one had seen before: two dragons, a terror from the past and a new one that seemed to issue a silence. The communicated yet spoke no words, as though two halves of a torn soul were made whole again. The two walked off, Wyverex wrapping his battered wings about her, not knowing that the Titan was on its feet again, oblivious to the fact that all the denizens were crying out to this new "savior" to try and warn it. The Titan, taking its club and smashing it upon this new dragon, fatally wounding her. Beholding this, Wyverex, in his fury, stood on his hind legs, muscles surging, anger seething from him, and thrust his massive claws into the Titan's stone body. The Titan smashed Wyverex with his club, wounding him severely. Then, Wyverex, with fleeting strength, picked up the Titan and heaved him from such a height that when the Titan fell he shattered into dust. Thus was the place you know as "The Desert of Thorne" created. Wyverex, fatally wounded, fell to the ground, the two dragons' noses touching. As though locked in their first ever kiss, denied by their both dying before it could occur, thus were the twin spines of the Callias Mountain ranges formed."

"Their blood mixed and hardened into a solid gem which was recovered by the half destroyed town as a reminder of that day. And the town was from then on remembered as "Rune."

"The Immortals, seeing from the Heavens this act of kindness from Wyverex, bore his spirit up to them. They talked with him for many years, and they deliberated upon a verdict. His spirit and the spirit of the cerulean dragon were bound together for all time and shattered into hundreds upon thousands of shards. Each shard placed into the body of a new creature called Dracons-half human, half dragon, each Dracon contains the spirit, nobility, anger, ferocity, kindness, and gentleness of each the Great Red Dragons and the Magnificent Cerulean Blue Dragons. And my dear, thus is the story of how Dracons came into being."