All of the End

Chapter 01 - Better Late

Deedroth, the greatest of the dragons, opened his eyes, being awoken by the sound of two heavy thuds, not unlike the sound of metal hitting the ground.

In front of him stood a boy, a teenager dressed in raggedy black clothes, a bit thin with an unusuality about his hair. Split down in the middle it was parted by color, white and black. The boy was grinning ear to ear, "Deed, I've brought some food."

What was brought were two molten newts, one of them was missing its head.
Their skin was as hard as steel and they were even resistant to dragon's fire to survive their home of the rivers and oceans of molten stone which were strewn throughout this world of fire and ash.

Standing up the dragon swept up clouds of dust with his wings and impaled one of the newts onto his claw, holding it up close to his eye to inspect it.

The dragon's curiosity was awoken when he noticed that this one was not killed in the way that had been usual for the boy.
No cuts were made, no wounds made by blunt objects were to be found nor did it have the smell of magic, instead, a small hole was to be seen which went from one side of the newt's head to the other.

"Within your reach, you dealt death but what is its origin?" Deedroth asked.

The boy had sat down inside the cave which the dragon begrudgingly called home, and cut up the other newt with a knife he only used for dirty jobs such as this.

"You mean what did I hunt with today? I'm sure I already showed you," The boy said to himself then to the dragon. He stood up and from his belt the pulled the white weapon and held it up high to the dragon's eyes.

Deedroth had to lower his head to see and not even a second passed when he snarled in disgust, "low is the element which you utilize, human weapons and one such as this... firearm, gun, are they entitled."

"Really? I kinda like it. I found it recently and wanted to use it but I only had the chance to shoot it once. The other newt jumped from the river to attack me but I took care of it without the gun."

"Manchild, the tutelage of magic had been bestowed upon you and yet you dare use primitive shooting irons shaped for and by wight? Even the brands of steel and iron sharped by hand more ingrained in the nature of the lesser races delight me more than then refuse you made use of."

"I wanted to try something new. I always hunt with swords and hunting with magic is boring, it messes up whatever I hit. Also-" The boy pulled another firearm from his belt, this one in black, "I have another one. I don't usually use it. I don't really know how to describe it. It shoots a big black ball which sucks up things. I almost died when I used it the first time. If you fly around the jungle world you can still see the crater."

"A black sun? Holes of darkness..." the dragon murmured to himself, "the master does not subscribe to caution in these worlds." He focused on the boy, "And pray tell, exactly, when did it first fall into your possession?"

"Well..." The boy counted on his fingers, "I'm sixteen now...That should be... ten years ago?"

"Eleven, the day of your birth lies today," before any celebration could be made the dragon spat a wave of fire, singeing part of the raggedy black coat the boy was wearing.

"The task of your welfare has been encumbered upon me," the dragon yelled and lowered his head to look at the boy, "even if begrudgingly I will commit to what was given to me. But you will not receive punishment, no, for these events have gone with time. Today should be a day of celebration. Go now, and keep safety on your side."

"Alright, but you know. I'll keep it, that's for sure, seems much too good to throw away but I'm not stupid enough to fire this thing again ...unless I really have to. So, you can't make me throw it away. See ya later, Deed!"