The Platinum King of Dragons

Arc 1 - Helios

Part 1

In the heart of the desolation, a vast, open field, with withered crops and dry, cracked earth, stretched as far as the eye could see. In the harsh heat, under the red lit sun, a makeshift graveyard was shown, swords emerging from the dry ground. Chaotic and unrefined, the blades, that marked the dead, were jutted unevenly across the field. The air was heavy with the scent of earth, a raw and untamed resting place for those who laid, silenced in the dirt.  

The air hung heavy and thick, a weighty curtain that draped over the graveyard. It felt like the air holding an unyielding pain that was too much too bear. Breathing felt like moving through dense fog, each inhale carrying the somber weight of those buried here. The atmosphere, strong with the sent of dry soil, touched upon the senses, leaving a lingering earthiness they settled like an ancient shroud. It was deathly quite, once the air carried the whispers of life but now it only carries quite sorrow.   

But the quietness was always interrupted by the repetitive scrape of a shovel against the dry soil. A living soul moved with purpose in this filed of death, a young boy, dressed in tatted and worn clothes, walking bear foot, the scent of dry dirt stuck to him as he dug up the next grave. Specs of dirt were scattered all over his face, making a mark for the long time he has spent here. A pile of four bodies was a few meters away from the graveyard the young boy had built. The scent of the rotting corpses added the heaviness of the air filling the lung of anyone who entered. 

As he finished digging, he dropped the heavy shovel then young boy dragged one of the lifeless body to its resting place, leaving three carcasses. As he pushed, the body was dumped it in the grave, then the the dirt he dunged up and shovel all of it back, making the body's grave permanent, and then resumed digging.  

Suddenly another figure came walking into the scene, and he found it strange . This figure was a 6.4 foot man, around the age of 29 years old, short black hair with a muscular build. He was waring black trousers, a plain black t-shirt, with a open dark jacket, with a sword strapped on his back accompanied with a black bander wrapping around his forehead. His name was Lance Amos. He looked at the young boy with interest, wondering why he was there. He approached the boy as he was shoveling yet another hole. 

"What are you doing here boy?" he spoke asking the boy, but he received no response. His voice was strong but soft at the same time, and spoke with a small scent of authority "You shouldn't stay here, it's dangerous." Lance said but again received no words. "There's a village, a mile east from here, you should go there, they might help you." Lance said convincing him to leave but he stayed, still shoveling up the dirt. Lance tilted his site to the right and saw three bodies next to the three holes that the young boy dug up. Lance walked over to them and knelt down. he examined them closely. "Bandits," he muttered under his breath. 

"Were they after you? Did you kill them?" Lance asked walking slowly toward the boy. He got out the the whole he dug and looked at Lance, hair coving most of his face and nodded. The boy walked to one the lifeless corpse and started dragging it to the hole, has just made "There were scum, life filled with evil deeds. Why give them a proper burial?" Lance asked. The boy who kept dragging it.

"Good deed, bad deed, it doesn't matter, because in the end, they're just bodies." The young boy finally spoke. He had a soft spoken voice filled with innocence that had been exposed to horrific tragedies. Lance walked up to him and forcefully garbed his right arm causing him to drop the body he was dragging. The young boy's sleeve slowly rolled down his arm reveling it.  His forearm was all scaled like a dragon all the way down to the fingers. A faint blue light was showing through the scales but the blue light was shining the brightest at the palmar side. Lance eye's narrowed looking at his arm with curiosity. "Your arm, why is it like that?" Lance asked.