The Tragedy of The Fates

DESECRATION OF IMMOLATION

Darkness, painful painful darkness was all that was in the tunnel. He had tried to touch the walls to guide him and had felt hard stone before it sliced his hand. He had paused to wrap up the wound as best as he could. To his knowledge, he had been traveling for half an hour or so. Then the light just showed up and it was relief to the painful darkness that coursed through him. Ryan ran as fast as he could, his eyes stunned by the light- and by the Wyvern in front of him.

Wyverns were dragons that had two rear legs and large wings. They would walk on their legs and wings, and this Wyvern was no different. He was about fifteen feet tall while on his wings and legs, his head was triangular, and he held many sharp teeth. His scales were small, thin, and looked sharp. They were an incandescent blue with lightning marks running on his thick and powerful membranes. He had a long tail, and from the snout, to tip, he looked about fifty feet in length.

Ryan felt captivation grip him. He dug in his bag, before removing a handmade notebook and pencil and asked, "May I please draw you? I keep records of dragons I come across and I would like to record you."

Brathu looked at the small elf and said, "Very well." His voice had a thick hissing sound that buried itself into every syllable. His English was rough, and it sounded like, "Vessy sell."

Ryan began to draw the Wyvern and said, while drawing sitting on the floor, "You speak English rather well."

"When animals make noises in a helpless tone and try to beg for mercy you would learn how to speak their language as well. Not like any of you, humans would bother learning Wyrmivaek."

Ryan found that he couldn't argue against that. Not even he knew the languages that Dragons spoke and he was well versed with Dragons and treated them respectfully. Brathu accepted the silence as an answer. Ryan began to defend himself, "But people like me work on helping Dragons. I spent years saving up for a sanctuary and building it. It is finished and currently holding hundreds of Dragons. Does this make me scum?"

"I pillage and destroy. Does that make me a monster?"

Silence filled the cavern. Brathu finally asked, "What brings you here?"

Ryan paused, "My companions and I were sent to go and pick up a dragon that could serve as a bodyguard-"

"Go." Brathu said, his voice filling with rage, "Go and get out! Go! Go!" He began to move his wings aggressively and with a snort fire trickled from his nose.

Ryan flinched back, "Please, calm down."

"I am not a simple dog, I am a dragon. Go. GO!" Brathu opened his mouth, a giant ball grew in his mouth that was dark blue.

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Igneus didn't know when his father went in after Ryan, or why, but Igneus knew one second Kain was there, and the next he was gone, and Sihu couldn't see him. Igneus quickly ran into the cave, and when all that welcomed him was darkness he made a grave mistake. He turned around.

Many dragons, and Wyverns, are paranoid animals about their hoards. So many of them have their own security systems. These systems are held together by magic and oftentimes a release in case the owner makes a mistake. Fortunately for Igneus such an escape was possible. All he had to do was turn back around, but he was determined to flee the cave.

When he saw light the smile that blossomed over his face led him to run. And he ran straight into a distorted face with a wide grin, and Igneus knew he'd never forget the words that came out of his mouth, "Why, what do we have here?" The man was massive, much taller than Kain, and his skin was pale.

He was wearing a big metal breastplate with the Fate family crest, back when the Fate name carried fear and awe. It was a red shield with a golden crown inside the shield outline and in black letters Mors Omnia Vincet below all of it, and in his hands was a large black blade, not unlike Vulneri, instead of being 3 feet long, it was closer to five, with a dark blue gem inlaid in the hilt.

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Brathu barely had the time to do anything else, before an enchanted sword dug itself deep into his neck, blue coursing blood running down his neck and the blade buried deep into the neck. Vulneri was buried deep and Brathu tried to knock the blade askew, even though it was buried so deep that it was in the hilt, and the blade emerged out of Brathu's neck by four inches. Brathu's wings beat furiously trying to move the blade.

Kain emerged from the tunnel, anger in his eyes, but that was it. There was no remains of the intelligence of the man who could solve riddles that left most stumped or the man who was witty and sarcastic. Kain spoke, his voice fluctuating and changing pitch, "You're going to die." He looked away from Ryan and said, "And you too."