Woes of Winter's War
By: Captain Plucky & Whispered Melody
Prologue~
An unimaginable power held through fear. A kingdom fell to corruption and despair. The waters were filled with ash and and stained a crimson red. The skies were black as a storms fell from the clouds above. The kingdom was filled with screams of terror as the lightning crashed down onto thier homes. In the midst of the chaos was a young girl. She had blonde hair that hung to about her waist, but looked longer since she was huddled up. Her sapphire blue eyes glimmered with a pure terror. Her eyes were locked onto the havoc that rained above and below, thunder crackling over the screams of agony and fear. Many humans were beside her, but none that were conscious. Or could ever be conscious again.
Why had this happened? What caused all of this to unfold? The girl thought back to the day of when anxiety was high. And with tension was so thick, you could cut it with a knife.
It was a cold, winter day. The kingdom was covered with snow and ice. The skies were still a bright, hopeful blue though, and the frozen water looked stunning; the sun’s dim shine making it look like a silver, sleek lake. It appeared perfect for ice skating.
King Felicia had gathered the villagers of the kingdom in the kingdom’s square. King Felicia faced a large, blue and black dragon with piercing cyan eyes. His strong muscles rippled with authority and power, but his expression was soft and compassionate. The king and the dragon looked at each other as they prepared their usual ritual, the mind ritual. The King got on the bed prepared for him which was on the stage of the town square. Felicia took a deep breath in, closing his eyes. The dragon flapped his wings into a large nest made for him nearby the small stage. He closed his eyes.
And thus, it began.
Both the dragon and King Felicia opened their eyes to a world they both knew very well. A place called “The Traveler’s Point”. A blue, starry void, lit up by only the twinkling stars. The floor was covered with a thick mist that comfortably cooled the skin. A silence was set all around the atmosphere, was so calming that it could lull one to sleep. The floor underneath them was mirror-like, where, if you could swat away the mist; you could see your own reflection. This place was a peaceful place, a place where the king of the humans and dragons could meet. This was the only place in which they could understand each other fluently. They could communicate outside of The Traveler’s Point through a messenger that knew both languages, and the messenger was very inefficient timewise compared to this.
The dragon walked with elegance to a spot in which the mist was thinnest, his talons clicking on the floor as he walked. Underneath, you could see the crest of the dragon kingdom on the floor. The king approached the the dragon as well, walking onto his Kingdom’s crest.
“King Felicia, it is wonderful to speak with you again.”
The dragon said, bowing his head down to King Felicia formally and kindly. The King returned the gesture of politeness, smiling seriously.
“Indeed. It has been too long, King Obsidian.” the man agreed, holding his hands in front of his stomach. “After all, being royalty, our schedules get quite tangled in our own kingdom’s. It’s nice to regroup and refresh.” he commented sincerely. The dragon chuckled, the stars giving a graceful shimmer to his silver scales. Obsidian clawed at the ground awkwardly, biting his lip. “Well…” he paused, squinting somberly. “I suppose you know the real reason why we’re here.” he said in a whisper, his expression soft and concerned. The king lowered his head, unable to make eye contact with Obsidian at the moment. His hands began to clench into a fist, anger rippling through his body. “Why did he have to die??” Felicia blurted, an undercurrent of woe in his voice. “He was the oldest of my two sons, and he had a bright future ahead of him. Why did your people kill him, Obsidian??” the King cried. The black-scaled dragon shut his eyes, a look of sadness and remorse written across the wrinkles of his snout and forehead. “I cannot express how sorry I am for my people's wrongdoings.” he began in a coo, “Your younger son had done a great deal of hurt to my kind. When your older son came to visit...dragons did not think that it was the older twin. They jumped to conclusions, and did not give him a proper trial. And for that, I am deeply apologetic to what has happened.” he explained evenly, trying to stay calm. “Sorry doesn’t bring him back!” Felicia lashed,
“There is nothing that can bring your son back my friend.” Obsidian said, knowing that sometimes, blunt honestly seemed to help him feel better. The King was always a strong person, but when disaster struck, he struggled to accept it, let alone cope with it. Maybe, if the dragon was genuine, it would quell the anxiety that was in the air. “I wish to all the stars above us that I could undo what has been done, but-”
“Just be quiet.” Felicia cut him off, his bad habit of anger coming out to bite his friend. He had always struggled with anger and controlling it, and this time, he found himself unable to do anything about the rage he felt. The rage festered within him like a disease, boiling and bubbling over into his words; flooding his sentences with nothing but hate and contempt.
Blinded by his sons accidental demise, the king drew out an ancient scepter from behind his black cloak of mourning. He pointed the rod at Obsidian, hate burning wildly in the king’s eyes. Obsidian’s eyes warmed, trying to ease the tension once more.
“Felicia, your highness, there is no need to wield the Staff of Sapphire the dragon explained, unable to hide the shakiness in his voice. Each King had a special weapon, handed down from generation to generation. These weapons held immense power, power that was not wielded unless absolutely necessary. The King stared at Obsidian, taking the tip of the Staff of Sapphire, and plunging it deep into the dragon’s crest. With that he spoke words of a forbidden spell, that both dragons and humans alike were punished harshly for losing.Saying such spell could be punishable by death, even for royalty. As the shards of glass began to pierce the dragon’s scales, he realized that King Felicia could not be talked to at this point. When he got this angry, he needed to calm down before anything else could happen. Obsidian tried desperately to wake up, that way he would not be harmed. Though he tried and tried, his endeavors were futile. He did not know what to do.His heart was racing, and he could not sleep in The Traveler’s Point in order to wake up in the real world. He was too panicked to do so. “My friend! Please! Understand that we’ve both made mistakes!” he begged, shivering. “Please, talk to me! I don’t want you to do something that I know you’ll regret!” he stated desperately. But, the human King was too busy chanting his spell in order to listen. It was hopeless, sadly. Obsidian came to realize that, and he felt his chest about to burst. Was this the end? As Felicia spoke the words louder and louder, the dragon began turning into a solid, obsidian crystal. When the spell was finished, King Felicia stared up at Obsidian. The giant dragon had been turned to stone, and was to die within the confinement of The Traveler’s Point. King Felicia did not think this was enough. Despite his logic, he took the staff’s end, and used it to smash the crystallized dragon to pieces. He grabbed Obsidian’s weapon, which was best known as the Fire Orb. He woke triumphantly and exclaimed that they had finally beaten their opposition. Not only were the dragons shocked to see that Obsidian had been turned into stone as he slumbered; but the humans were surprised to see that Felicia had done such a thing to one he called a friend. The dragons, filled with grief and rage, began spinning around the kingdom, lighting it ablaze.
The Fire Orb had called its protectors.
By: Captain Plucky & Whispered Melody
Prologue~
An unimaginable power held through fear. A kingdom fell to corruption and despair. The waters were filled with ash and and stained a crimson red. The skies were black as a storms fell from the clouds above. The kingdom was filled with screams of terror as the lightning crashed down onto thier homes. In the midst of the chaos was a young girl. She had blonde hair that hung to about her waist, but looked longer since she was huddled up. Her sapphire blue eyes glimmered with a pure terror. Her eyes were locked onto the havoc that rained above and below, thunder crackling over the screams of agony and fear. Many humans were beside her, but none that were conscious. Or could ever be conscious again.
Why had this happened? What caused all of this to unfold? The girl thought back to the day of when anxiety was high. And with tension was so thick, you could cut it with a knife.
It was a cold, winter day. The kingdom was covered with snow and ice. The skies were still a bright, hopeful blue though, and the frozen water looked stunning; the sun’s dim shine making it look like a silver, sleek lake. It appeared perfect for ice skating.
King Felicia had gathered the villagers of the kingdom in the kingdom’s square. King Felicia faced a large, blue and black dragon with piercing cyan eyes. His strong muscles rippled with authority and power, but his expression was soft and compassionate. The king and the dragon looked at each other as they prepared their usual ritual, the mind ritual. The King got on the bed prepared for him which was on the stage of the town square. Felicia took a deep breath in, closing his eyes. The dragon flapped his wings into a large nest made for him nearby the small stage. He closed his eyes.
And thus, it began.
Both the dragon and King Felicia opened their eyes to a world they both knew very well. A place called “The Traveler’s Point”. A blue, starry void, lit up by only the twinkling stars. The floor was covered with a thick mist that comfortably cooled the skin. A silence was set all around the atmosphere, was so calming that it could lull one to sleep. The floor underneath them was mirror-like, where, if you could swat away the mist; you could see your own reflection. This place was a peaceful place, a place where the king of the humans and dragons could meet. This was the only place in which they could understand each other fluently. They could communicate outside of The Traveler’s Point through a messenger that knew both languages, and the messenger was very inefficient timewise compared to this.
The dragon walked with elegance to a spot in which the mist was thinnest, his talons clicking on the floor as he walked. Underneath, you could see the crest of the dragon kingdom on the floor. The king approached the the dragon as well, walking onto his Kingdom’s crest.
“King Felicia, it is wonderful to speak with you again.”
The dragon said, bowing his head down to King Felicia formally and kindly. The King returned the gesture of politeness, smiling seriously.
“Indeed. It has been too long, King Obsidian.” the man agreed, holding his hands in front of his stomach. “After all, being royalty, our schedules get quite tangled in our own kingdom’s. It’s nice to regroup and refresh.” he commented sincerely. The dragon chuckled, the stars giving a graceful shimmer to his silver scales. Obsidian clawed at the ground awkwardly, biting his lip. “Well…” he paused, squinting somberly. “I suppose you know the real reason why we’re here.” he said in a whisper, his expression soft and concerned. The king lowered his head, unable to make eye contact with Obsidian at the moment. His hands began to clench into a fist, anger rippling through his body. “Why did he have to die??” Felicia blurted, an undercurrent of woe in his voice. “He was the oldest of my two sons, and he had a bright future ahead of him. Why did your people kill him, Obsidian??” the King cried. The black-scaled dragon shut his eyes, a look of sadness and remorse written across the wrinkles of his snout and forehead. “I cannot express how sorry I am for my people's wrongdoings.” he began in a coo, “Your younger son had done a great deal of hurt to my kind. When your older son came to visit...dragons did not think that it was the older twin. They jumped to conclusions, and did not give him a proper trial. And for that, I am deeply apologetic to what has happened.” he explained evenly, trying to stay calm. “Sorry doesn’t bring him back!” Felicia lashed,
“There is nothing that can bring your son back my friend.” Obsidian said, knowing that sometimes, blunt honestly seemed to help him feel better. The King was always a strong person, but when disaster struck, he struggled to accept it, let alone cope with it. Maybe, if the dragon was genuine, it would quell the anxiety that was in the air. “I wish to all the stars above us that I could undo what has been done, but-”
“Just be quiet.” Felicia cut him off, his bad habit of anger coming out to bite his friend. He had always struggled with anger and controlling it, and this time, he found himself unable to do anything about the rage he felt. The rage festered within him like a disease, boiling and bubbling over into his words; flooding his sentences with nothing but hate and contempt.
Blinded by his sons accidental demise, the king drew out an ancient scepter from behind his black cloak of mourning. He pointed the rod at Obsidian, hate burning wildly in the king’s eyes. Obsidian’s eyes warmed, trying to ease the tension once more.
“Felicia, your highness, there is no need to wield the Staff of Sapphire the dragon explained, unable to hide the shakiness in his voice. Each King had a special weapon, handed down from generation to generation. These weapons held immense power, power that was not wielded unless absolutely necessary. The King stared at Obsidian, taking the tip of the Staff of Sapphire, and plunging it deep into the dragon’s crest. With that he spoke words of a forbidden spell, that both dragons and humans alike were punished harshly for losing.Saying such spell could be punishable by death, even for royalty. As the shards of glass began to pierce the dragon’s scales, he realized that King Felicia could not be talked to at this point. When he got this angry, he needed to calm down before anything else could happen. Obsidian tried desperately to wake up, that way he would not be harmed. Though he tried and tried, his endeavors were futile. He did not know what to do.His heart was racing, and he could not sleep in The Traveler’s Point in order to wake up in the real world. He was too panicked to do so. “My friend! Please! Understand that we’ve both made mistakes!” he begged, shivering. “Please, talk to me! I don’t want you to do something that I know you’ll regret!” he stated desperately. But, the human King was too busy chanting his spell in order to listen. It was hopeless, sadly. Obsidian came to realize that, and he felt his chest about to burst. Was this the end? As Felicia spoke the words louder and louder, the dragon began turning into a solid, obsidian crystal. When the spell was finished, King Felicia stared up at Obsidian. The giant dragon had been turned to stone, and was to die within the confinement of The Traveler’s Point. King Felicia did not think this was enough. Despite his logic, he took the staff’s end, and used it to smash the crystallized dragon to pieces. He grabbed Obsidian’s weapon, which was best known as the Fire Orb. He woke triumphantly and exclaimed that they had finally beaten their opposition. Not only were the dragons shocked to see that Obsidian had been turned into stone as he slumbered; but the humans were surprised to see that Felicia had done such a thing to one he called a friend. The dragons, filled with grief and rage, began spinning around the kingdom, lighting it ablaze.
The Fire Orb had called its protectors.