The Land Of Rohan

Beyond The Velvet Sky: The Lost Hellion Epilogue

Even dragons can fall..

- Hundreds of years ago, The Kowarre Plains -

“Lord Dragon! Is Silva coming around today?”

Raserei, scales glistening in the hot sun, flew around merrily as her father landed down beneath. Armenes heaved a low sigh.

“How many times do I have to tell you; you don’t have to call me that,” he admonished his first-born.

“But the others do! I’d hate to be disrespectful.”

“Oh come now, child. You need something don’t you?”

Armenes smiled, baring his fangs gently against the murmuring wind of the flatlands.

“Silva has defeated me yet again in one of her races! She cheats, Father, you know that!” Raserei pouted, as best as Dragons could. “I wish to see the contest smoothed.”

“With what, my dear? She is the Goddess of Wind, of course she’ll blast you to and fro with her tempests!” Armenes growled in laughter.

“That’s unfair!”

Armenes called his daughter down to settle beside him. “Come here. Tell you what; Gail has a bone to pick with his sister, too. If you be a good girl and fetch the great hunter from his mountain rest, I’m sure he’ll help us even things out, alright? Tell him that the Great Blue Dragon requests the presence of the Great Lord of The Earth, Tamer of Beasts and Breaker of the Hardest Rocks and what have you!”

The growing Dragonette chuckled a fiery giggle and rubbed nose to nose with her father.

“Oh, thank you! You’re truly a blessing, Father!”

“Anything for my Sky Princess.”

- Present day, Celestial Palace Rakhon -

In the corrupted halls of Rakhon, a warlock cackled devilishly amidst the flickering torchlights.

“My sweet, sweet, Dragon. You truly are one, aren’t you? Unlike that bad, bad, impostor. He tried to take you away from us, didn’t he now?”

Raserei looked down at her own feet as Rache caressed her shoulders, the slender hands running down the princess’ dark blue skin.

“I am sorry my sister, it seems that I have let him and his friends escape.”

Rache moved around to her front, held her chin and looked her eye to eye.

“Don’t you worry sweety, our Teacher’s gonna take care of that evil man. None of it’s your fault. You are the last surviving Dragon, heir to royalty, and possibly the most powerful woman to set foot between these walls, save for the Gods themselves. You are perfect in every way, Raserei.”

The Princess returned her patron’s gaze; looking back with eyes so dark, fettered to unbeknownst submissiveness by Flox’s twisted tongue.

“You and the Teacher are so good to me sister. I hear he has been mad of late. I fear I may have failed him.”

Raserei’s malicious disposition seemed to ebb for the moment, as a deep sense of self-pity overwhelmed her.

“No, no, no, if any failed the Teacher, it would be me, his humble servant and student. I am but mortal, given only a slice of the grand Flox’s power, prone to mistakes and misgivings. I am no noble deity like you, but I only live to serve such majestic purposes. It brings me happiness to know that you are the one I wait, and the Teacher’s plans for you are to be the salvation of us both.”