The Great Shattering

Burning

"My King. Are you sure you want to do this?" A man in a long dark brown suit with a silver shirt and black pants said, kneeling toward a shorter man dressed all in black with red trimmings. His long black sleeved coat followed the length of his entire body.

"Of course I'm not. Who would be? But, they don't deserve to be destroyed by this pointless war."

"But why do you have to become one of them?"

"Who would you listen to, one of your own, or species that don't care about you."

The man kneeling could not respond to the question and he could do nothing but close his bronze colored eyes.

"I will be with you always my lord" He said as he stood up and looked at his king.

"That would be nice but you gotta find yourself a partner.You need a successor after all Gyakkia" The man in black laughed as he walked past him.

"I could say the same to you. In fact, it's more imperative that you find yourself a queen. Dragon King"

"Oh, I believe I told you that I won't be marrying any of the dragonesses, Earth dragon lord"

They smirked as they walked out of the room they were just in to find themselves in a magnificent mountain range. Dragons flying to and from them as they hunted and brawled with each other.

"Everyone! Your King is making an announcement" Gyakkia roared as he reverted into his enormous dragon form that consists of two enormous wings attached to a bulky body that is split into three parts. The head that has dark glowing spines that follows the back of his neck and bright bronze eyes that are rested above his mouth filled to the brim with sharp teeth. His torso is broad with four legs attached to them each with an innumerable amount of dark gold spikes protruding from the back of his legs. His sharp talons nestled at the very end of his legs simulated his sharp tail that rivaled the length of his wings covered with lines of bronze that glowed and dimmed with his deep breathing. His roar caused the mountain he was on to rumble before it changed into a plateau so that the dragon could rest there, in which they did. Smirking, The man walked onto the plane. Despite the man's small stature compared to the large creatures in front of him, the dragon bowed in reverence to both him and Gyakkia who was behind him.

"From now on, all of us will be relocating somewhere else."

Uproar. All of the dragons that were bowing were now roaring in confusion and anger, their pride stricken as their king told them they were leaving their territory.

"My king! What do you mean we're leaving!?" The roars increased as they hollered out those words. The kings simply smiled at the result as it was out of the norm. Of course they wouldn't just follow without question. But, it didn't matter.

The world grew dark, clouds forming above them as lighting struck around them. The dragon knew immediately what was happening. They're king was giving them a response. A response that all dragons respect.... Absolute power.

"Any other questions?" The king smiled which was responded by complete silence.

"I will not be coming with you, so Gyakkia will be leading you until I come back." The response was confusion. Where was he going? Why was he going? What was he going to do? But none got an answer. None needed an answer. Dragons did respect their king but they aren't loyal to him. They simply let the strongest lead with their strength. Barbarism flowed through their veins and they followed it without a word. They knew the power the Earth dragon lord had and had no qualms about him being provisional king. So they said nothing.

The smile of the king had faded as he walked through the crowd.

"Do not worry, we will return one day. When the world can comprehend us, and accept us. But until then. Disappear from the world, disappear from the history of this world, may only legends remain." With those words, the king snapped his fingers and the great mountain range was gone. Replaced with a hole being filled by the sea around them. The king then fell down towards the sinkhole before he snapped his fingers once again. Right before he fell into the depths of the hole, a small island was created above the hole, floating in place. He then fell on to the small island, which was so small that he could walk across if not for the mountain that was placed at the center. While the island was small when it came to width and length, it most certainly was not small when it came to height shown to be a large pillar. The king looked down at the summit of the mountain and moved his hand up. He then cut into his wrist and his deep crimson colored blood dripped it. The blood fell from his body and touched the very top of the mountain. Bubbling noises could be heard from the blood as it quickly corroded through the center of the mountain and within seconds, the mountain now had a hole at the very center that one could not see the bottom much like the hole in the sea in which no matter how much water flowed through, it could not fill it. The king then formed a sphere from his blood at the palm of his hand and looked towards it.