The Clash Of Drakkon: Book Four Of The Drakkon Series

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Alessandra Drakkon

Queen of the Drakkon Empire

Lightning was striking here and there, illuminating the rock in a strangely beautiful way, veins of rock were temporarily electrified caused brilliantly colors to show, and the swirling clouds above only made it seem more captivating with those electrified rocks being the only source of color or light as far as my eyes could see. I had never realized the true beauty of this desolate place, at least not until Cyrian showed me the proper way to view it. The venom allowed me to understand his point of view better, it allowed me to understand that his way was the best way. "Do you know that this isn't my home planet?" I glance up at him from my resting place against his leg, we were sitting on a couch in the viewing room, watching the storm together.

"No, if this isn't your home planet, what is it?" We had been sitting in silence for a while, he had surprised me when he broke it to tell me something about himself, normally he was very secretive about things in his past, but for some reason he seemed to want to talk now, and I wasn't going to do anything to stop him.

"Just another planet I've conquered, of which there are hundreds, the lifeforms on this planet weren't even hard to conquer, they were primitive creatures, no match for my forces. The Zataar are much like the tales of rock giants on Earth, at least in appearance." I hum, staring out at the horrible storm, wondering how anything could live in this.

"How could they survive these storms? As far as I can tell it hasn't slowed at all since, I've been here." He hums, nodding his head as he to stares out at the vast barren land in front of us.

"It never will, this planet is perpetually stormy like this, but the miracle about the creatures on this planet was that they fed on the lighting, using the electricity to power their bodies and fight others of their kind. In truth I didn't even really have to conquer them, they were more than happy to continue killing each other and leaving me alone. Look, there is one now." I watch a huge odd, shaped being, the rough angles and general shape, leading me to believe it was indeed some sort of bi-pedal creature made out of rock, though they were easily twice the size of any human I had seen before.

I watch the lighting hit the rock and electrify the rock, lighting up different veins of color, to my surprise the rock giant-like being seemed to punch its fist down into one of the electrified veins, I watched as its body seemed to suck up the electricity, momentarily causing sparks of different colors to fling off of its body. Though just as it's finishing, I watch as another Zataar runs up behind it and swinging what I believe to be a sword, cuts the other in half, causing an eruption of electricity that this one seems to consume as well.

"Such savagery, they show no remorse for having killed each other at all, and yet their species never dies off, from what I can tell, those same lightning strikes that electrify the rock, well if enough of them hit close to the same spot, another Zataar is born. So, unlike any other world I've conquered." He sounds envious of their effortless killing, though he seemed to have no remorse over taking life either.

"What is your home world like than?" His hand stiffens on my head, where it had been stroking my hair gently, I clamp my mouth shut, wondering if I shouldn't have asked that.

"Nothing like this, it was beautiful, light, filled with color, like a utopia." His voice is filled with yearning as he speaks of his home world, making me wonder if something happened to it.

"If it was so great, why did you leave there?" He laughs, but the sound is not one of amusement, but of mockery towards me and my question.

"Oh, it was indeed a utopia, but it wasn't for us. We lived in caves, banished to live in filth, like vermin, left to die. The utopia was not designed for us, we were monsters who caused fear, not fit to live among anyone. No, we were the people of darkness and shadows, we did not deserve to live in the light. But the Aliria were different, they fed on joy, caused happiness and love to all who were near them, they were the only ones who deserved to live in utopia. Their presence was celebrated, revered, and we were slaves, forced to do everything for them, to please them whether we wanted to or not. We were viewed as monsters because of what we needed to feed on, it was different back then, we weren't as strong, we were weak, because with the Aliria around no one could feel fear.