Dragons of the Elements: Ascension (Dragon of Legend Approved Fan-Fiction)

Chapter Eleven

Chapter 11: Contact

Donovan wandered through the darkness on his head. He walked, he ran, he swam, he swung. Inside his head, his imagination danced wildly. Swirls of bright colors formed a piece of art to his right. He watched as the swirls straightened out into lines. He watched as the lines formed into circles. And as the circles formed faces.

He watched as his mothers face appeared in front of him. Every face, hundreds of faces, his mother. Staring at him, with a smile, content.

Then the faces changed. They became the thief he had slain. The faces stared with a scowl. Donovan stepped back in fear. He tried to channel to his sword, tried to make Infernus come to his aid, yet it would not.

So he turned and fled. He let the faces fall to the darkness of his nightmare. He ran, with his eyes closed and his mouth clamped shut, until he felt a new texture beneath his feet. One that felt like stone instead of air.

He peered around at the new location. It was a wasteland. Scattered pieces of merchant carts, and ruins of buildings lay everywhere.

It seemed familiar. As if it had been a memory at one point, a town long forgotten to Donovan. But he was sure he had never seen it. Positive he had not, even once in his life, laid his eyes on this town.

He crept through the town. And as he walked he felt a strange presence. An aura of strength and wisdom, yet of despair and death. A sense of human life, yet a decaying being.

Still he crept on. Trudging through the dirt and mud and muck to nowhere. Donovan was clueless. He had no idea where he was, no sword, and no idea what could be happening.

He stopped walking altogether. He let himself look around his surroundings, let himself rationalize and try to make sense of it. His ears perked up. Voices!

Donovan heard voices, he was sure of it. He ran in the direction he heard them, towards the center of town where a large, church-like building stood awkwardly around the surrounding destruction. The bell in the tower was broken, and would not make a noise as it swung around.

Donovan pushed opened the large doors and stared into the building, at the three faces staring back. The small face of a girl, who looked quite nimble and graceful was the first to speak. "Who are you?" she sang out in a heavenly tone.

"I'm Fire. Who are you three?" he replied, not realizing he said Fire at all.

"Our names don't matter. It is why we are here that matters. What are you doing here?" said a mid-sized boy. His smaller-than-average frame made him seem agile and sneaky, as if he could slip in and out of any situation.

"I do not know. Why AM I here?" Donovan said.

"There is a reason the four elements were called to one point. This is not a coincidence." said a large boy, who must have been at least seventeen summers. His studious eyes analyzing everything, his spoken word obviously processed and worded before said aloud.

Donovan thought for a minute. "Could this have something to do with the legend I keep hearing about?" he asked himself in his head.

His thoughts were cut short as the church began to shake. The roof began to crumble, falling all around them. But the circle above them remained intact, unsupported by the disappearance of the ceiling that used to hold it up. It remained in the sky, by some unknown force, until it was tossed aside, bouncing along the ground and crumbling to pieces, like a piece of loose dirt thrown at a lake.

Where the ceiling was, a man slowly descended. He was shrouded in a cloak of pure darkness, no light would pass his figure to form a shadow. It was as if the sun itself was afraid of the presence of the man. He landed gracefully on the ground. Throwing his hands out from under his cloak, he raised them to the sky, palms open, beckoning for something to appear.

Donovan noticed the small boy reach out with his hand, grasping the air for something that didn't exist. He turned, and saw the girl grab at her side for something that also didn't exist, her eyes a cloudy white. Donovan looked again at the strange man who descended from the roof, seemingly magically. An instant hatred formed, and he reached out for Infernus.

And to his surprise, it formed in his outstretched hand in a swarm of red light, green, blue, and white light emanating behind him. The normal heavy feeling, and the strain he used to have to use to hold Infernus, did not exist. He turned and saw the girl with a pure white dagger, the small boy with a deadly bow, and the larger boy with a wicked scythe. All four teenagers stood, ready for combat, when the mysterious man laughed crazily.

For the first time, he spoke. "Look around you! At the town! At the sky! At the ground! The destruction cannot be stopped!"

The girl spoke above the crumbling roof to say "We will fulfill the legend. We will destroy you, Lucius!"

"Not in your lifetime, Air!"

The smaller boy let an arrow fly in the direction of the man. The man pulled his cloak back over his body, the arrow being absorbed into the cloak, adding to the mysteriousness of the man.

The man laughed, and rose to the sky by some unseen force. As he rose, hands began grasping at the group's feet from under the earth. The many decaying, boney fingers held tightly to Donovan's leg. They tugged, pulling him into the ground in a fit of screams.

<<A/N Yes, the writing style is weird. It's supposed to be different, fragmented in a way to show it is a dream>>