Dragon Sword
Not all heros are legends. Not all legends are heros. Not every destiny is written. Not every story told. A boy destined to greatness and an older brother determined to aid him. We shall see what fate has in store. We shall see the making of greatness. We shall see change!
Dragon Sword
Time goes by as all things do. There have been ten ages so far. The dragons who hold the longest of memories long past to all others are considered the greatest mortals. Even capable of fighting against gods one on one as equals, ruled all in the beginning. In the first age when the world was covered in flame. The second age brought the races of water. Over the eons the dragons lost their grip on the lands until they only held a small portion left. In their desperation they sought help from a race of water called humans. Their gods agreed to help so an alliance was born. Out of it was born a legendary pairing of warriors to fight for them both but controlled by neither race. The wielder.
The human gods, for their warrior, made a sword, the greatest achievement of their race, that was greater than any other. The dragon offered one of their own who is willing to be chosen to be his partner. To accompany and aid in the champions struggles. To show and give their support a golden medallion was made with the language of fire, the written language of the dragons, written with core fire. Any dragon who hold it has the entire nation of dragons as his to command. The words written on it are ' The one of fates choice' The first was sent to the third son of King Kintoplin. Owner of the strongest kingdom of humans at the time.
It was a mistake to give such to a full grown adult and it cost all greatly. Yet his task was done and as cost for their choices they became shunned by all mortal and heaven. So the two made the forth heaven for those to follow to come. So ended the fifth age. Each following age brought a new wielder. The next warred with the gods themselves. Here in this great battle of mortal and im they were destined to lose. Yet they dared fate and won. Here the greatest ability of humans was discovered. The ability to change fate itself. A feat not sense repeated on such a scale. Yet the Dragon Sword the gods made was destroyed so a new one was forged. One made from the wielders very own spirit. Sense then the wielders have governed themselves and made their own rules.
The sword and medallion to be given the the Chosen on the day of birth. At age twelve the Chosen is to give the medallion to his or her partner dragon then immediately begin their training with the former wielder. The partner dragon must be a young one. One that had not had the yearning to be with the opposite gender at all. When the journey is complete and they survived it they then may seek child. To do so beforehand invites disaster. Love is a taboo but not forbidden. Love can give them untold strength but is too easily held against them. After the task they have is done they then may live a life of their choosing but all have ventured to the Great Wielder Library in the dragon lands within ten light-cycles (years) have passed. There their tales are remembered and unchanged. Then they ascend into the Heaven of the Wielders. These events and many more must take place once again as the dark-elf Cartantios seeks to regain the land lost to the elves from the humans.
The boy sitting on the floor listening to his fathers story was fixated by his next word, " And so she took her sword and struck down the rogue dragon. Yet the injuries she received were too grave and she fell into the vast waters as her dragon partner flew home exhausted and bleeding. Yet her soul awaited her when it was time for her to ascend to the wielder heaven. After putting her record in the great library she was not surprised to see her human friend and they ascended the stairs together. Hand and claw being held by each other."
Suddenly there was a loud woman's scream of pain from the next room. The boy grew worried. " Do not worry Benniji. Your brother or sister will be born soon. The mid-wives will see them well. Now where was I? That ended the ninth age, twelve hundred light-cycles ago. All pray for the next. The great king Titanus is growing old and his sons are dead from the war with the elves. We see doom..."
There was another loud scream from the woman and one of the younger mid-wives came into the room covered in blood. " It's a boy."
Before she could catch her breath back there was a loud bang on the door. The father and his older son went to the door and opened it. They were greeted by a bright glow of a glowing medallion hanging on a silver sword and piles of gold all around. The father started preying to the gods for bringing the next wielder to them. Benniji could not believe his younger brother is the next Chosen wielder of the Dragon Sword.