Drake's Story: Rewritten
3rd Chapter in Drake's Story
Sira and Esran mourned the loss of their beloved son, the cremation of his skinned and desecrated body was even harder for them to believe. They both blamed themselves for not being there to protect him, but it did not stop their efforts at Rebellion. If anything, it made them even more focused on their mission for freedom. Although, they still mourn their son's death, but little did they know...
Magia sat upon the throne, smiling as he envisioned the faces of Esran and Sira. Menro entered and bowed before Magia. "My lord, I see that you have returned, are the rebels destroyed?"
"Oh no, the rebels are very much alive Menro."
"Then....what is it that you did my lord?" Menro asked confused.
"Nothing, I simply gave them a little message is all."
"If you do not mind me asking, my liege, what was the message?"
"A very clear one, now, leave me Menro. I believe you must got to the weapon factory in Trestan, I need an update on that new weapon they are developing." Magia ordered.
"Yes, my lord." Menro rose and bowed before turning and then exiting the throne room, shutting the doors behind him. Magia rose out of his throne and walked behind it. He faced a banner that hung on the wall facing the Throne. He took a deep breath and said, "Keimusho" He stepped through the wall, entering a long black hallway lit by scones on the wall. Magia strode down the hall, metal doors all lined down the hall, some had growling and hissing coming from behind them. Others had a sudden bang, threatening to be busted open. But it was one metal door, almost silent that Magia passed through.
In this room sat an iron table, with a small dragon chained to it in shackles that kept him from moving any off his limbs, including his neck. His ruby scales had droplets of dried blood on them, his golden eyes sunken and dry from crying were now dry and filled with hatred as he saw the Reflection of Magia in the strange mirrors in front of him. Three small rectangular mirrors were spread out in front of him with each giving a clear image of him and his captor. He gritted his teeth and tried once more to fight the bindings that held him, with no avail. "Now, now, no point in trying to escape you dragon, even if you do find a way out of your bindings, I will still be able to find you."
"What do you want from me!? Information about the rebels? Well I'm not telling you anything got it!" The dragon declared trying to slash his golden cross bladed tipped tail at Magia, but still had it pinned to the table by a shackle.
"Information?" Magia chuckled. "I already know everything about you, Drake Doragio. Your parents are Sira Inago and Esran Doragio, each trusted friends of the late king Archeron and previous members of his court. They were also the cowards who instead of fighting by his side, ran away..."
"THEY ARE NOT COWARDS!" Drake roared at Magia. "They followed orders and are following their final order to not rest until you are dead, demon!"
"A demon, am I? That is a rather complicated word. What exactly is a demon? To you people it is something of great evil that performs sins. But, if that is true then doesn't that make all of you demons? You perform sins every day, you lie to even your most beloved friends, you murder one another, you steal, con, kill, destroy, demolish, trick, and do countless more sinful things to one another. This makes all of us demon's does it not? But, there are only one being that is innocent in this world; newborns. A newborn is brought into this world, pure and uncorrupted. For the first few years of that child's life, they learn to walk and talk by their parents, but then...once they learn to their innocence and purity vanishes. They begin to lie with the words they know, and once they become older can perform cruel acts as good as any adult if they wished so. Yes, sooner or later, all of the pure innocent children become corrupted by the world around them."
"What's your point? That just cause everyone sins doesn't mean they are demons, you kill, and torment all of the innocent peoples of Draga. That is why you are a demon, you perform sins even greater than anyone else!"
"You are mistaken young Drake, the things that I have done have all been to make this world pure once more. Now tell me Drake, do you know why people sin?"
"Because they can't help it, and sometimes have no choice." Magia busted into laughter.
" Oh that's rich, 'because they can't help it, and sometimes have no choice!' Everyone has a choice, but they chose that it is better to lie than to tell a hurtful truth. They think the world would be better if someone died. It is their will, a persons ability to choose their actions is what leads them to sin and lie!"
"Interesting, but why are you telling me this?" Drake asked not really caring or paying attention to what this madman was saying.
"Oh, I am telling you this because it is the last thing you will ever hear as Drake Doragio." Magia smirked as he sat in the wooden chair in front of Drake, moving the mirrors in front of Drake's eyes.
"W-what do you mean it's the last thing I'll remember!? What are you doing?!" Drake demanded, panicking.
"I am simply removing your ability to perform sins, your will is now mine." His left eye began to glow silver, the other a midnight black. The mirrors now showed The eyes all staring into Drake's. "You will forget all about your past, you will lose all ability to commit the sins of an impure. Your past will now be rewritten as that of a pure one. Your future deeds shall be that of purity and righteousness..." Magia began, Drake tried to not stare into the eyes, but couldn't look away as visions began to run through his head. It was a picture of his parent's gentle face as they smiled down at him as a newborn, a deep memory he did not even know.
"You were not born into the hands of Esran Doragio and Sira Inago, you were an orphan left on my doorstep who I took into my care." Magia stated and the Memory shattered, a picture of a baby Drake looking up at Magia standing in a door. Another memory came into view, this one of him walking among the rebel base, meeting all of the soldiers. Dreaming of one day joining their ranks to help fight against Magia.
"You have no desire to join or help the rebels or anyone who defies me. You have always wanted to be in my service as repayment for treating you as my son. You have a seething hatred for the rebels crimes, how they have meddled with my plans of building facilities that would enrich the life of the townspeople, especially how they released dangerous murders who had killed hundreds..." The picture of Drake talking to a rebel shattered, as a new picture of rebels appearing. They had released prisoners, handing them weapons as they began to slaughter innocent townsfolk, faces of fear on their faces as the peasants fell onto the ground in a pool of their blood as buildings were set ablaze. Another memory, this one of Drake seeing his Father and Mother saving a family from a burning mill that was lit ablaze by Sanctum troops. That was the day he wanted to grow up to be heroes like his parents were.
"You see the leader of the Rebels as villains for their deeds. They way that they steal, kill, and even obliterated innocent souls and their homes. You admire how I release holy justice upon the people who help the rebels and the soldiers who serve Esran Doragio and Sira Inago." The memory was shattered, A new one, this one having Magia sentencing a squad of rebels and a supporter of them to the headsman's block. The townsfolk cheering for Magia and his brilliant capture of them. More memories followed, all of them were of Magia's crimes and the rebels heroics, they were replaced with False ones just like the rest, all showing Magia as the "Noble hero" And the rebels as the villains. The memory of Archeron was changed to him being a mad king and Magia stopping him before he could ruin anymore of the peoples' lives. Then came the very first and most important memory of Drake, the memory of him being named.
"Your name, is no longer Drake Doragio, it is Eien Togoku. You have never met your parents, or the rebels, you only know me as your savior, and you follow my every command." The memory of Drake hearing his parent's dub him, Drake Doragio, was replaced with Magia naming him Eien Togoku. Drake passed out after that, his eyes sealing shut.
When Drake opened his eyes, he was laying down on a neat bed with his head on a soft pillow, wall torches near the door and a candle on the wooden dresser next to the bed. A cupboard was near the door, and curtained windows were around the room. Sitting in a chair beside Drake, was Magia. "Hello, you had quite the fall my boy, do you remember your name?"
"My name is Eien Togoku, I'm your adoptive son, father." Eien said. As the evening bell rang at the stroke of Midnight, and Magia smiling, his grin being illuminated by the candlelight. The memories of Drake Doragio, had been successfully rewritten.