Watching from the far mountains, he oversees the little things that defend their home. Just as many had before, men clad in armor, tall and short, use their life as the young are dragged deeper into the country. To the East is a force grand and long known to him, men in intricate armors that bear a violet flag that unites them. As the soldiers and innocents perish for their homes and families, sinners and lonesome meeting the same fate, the man waits despite his urges. Urges imbedded in his golden scales, urges that glimmer in anticipation makes him shimmer as a second sun over the war.
Footsteps in the snow draws the attention of the behemoth, a man in golden mail stops beside the leg. His face hidden behind a mask and conical helm, but his black eyes reflect the flames of war in the horizon. The Knight and Dragon stand on the peak of the kingdom's tallest mountain, and ready, are they. Climbing up the leg of his partner, the Knight gets in his saddle and unstraps his mighty lance which bears a flag of a golden sun around a cross. He takes aim at the stars. Together, they release a roar to the heavens, commanding their might to their wim. From them grows a star of new, to the north and the south, this light could be seen, across the seas to the land over yonder East and West, the rays of golden light danced in their skies. Slowly, did the battles cease, at awe and confusion of the skies.
A pillar of light reaches into the heavens, connecting the world to the gods. The light around them spreads on out, spanning far to the battlefields and dividing the forces of his enemies. Growing wide and tall in shape, they make the line that would stand for then on. Over the mountains and ocean lakes, the deserts and forests, the knight grasps the veil of the gods and drags it down to true form. From both ends of the western sea and around, a wall as tall of the dragon and as wide as his wings. Walls of gray stone that made both prison and sanctuary.
When the connection fades, all that remains is a golden armor crumbled around the impaled lance, all wrapped around the bones of the dragon. The first day of amnesty, long lasting for the enemies to flee without their gear and mounts, and those that could not escape were killed, or imprisoned if lucky... All comes at a price, and does that price make any worth?
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Lands Across the Sea (Original Story)
Fantasy"Time is true justice and is the limits of all." That is the law of man, true for generations and many eras. All things have the opposite, the antithesis of knowledge.
