Dragon fire and Quiet Skies

The Tale of the High King

*(forwarning, i am a beginner writer so bare with me as i iron out kinks as it goes along, there will be gruesome combat sequences and some topics not pleasant but i will try to gloss over them while sticking true to the characters story
There will also be many moments where the story will stop abruptly to transition further along the timeline, all this period takes up a thousand years or more for his race, i may be decent but im not that good of a writer <_<. Youll know these by someone narrating along and transitioning it to the next memory)*

Written by a solemn writer

The tale of our high king is one that is not like your average hero adventure sagas that the great writers of old used to write. No my dear reader, I'm afraid this tale is wrought with loss, of an unprecedented scale. Our wondrous high king has lived for many thousands of years, and in that time he has lost everyone near and dear to his old broken heart. So hold ourselves tonight and count your many wondrous blessings, wish our dear king a warm night's sleep, and strap in to the tale.

Our tale shall begin with our king in his early adulthood, the sole heir to the Therisan Throne. He along with the rest of his kind the Jormungand dragons live on a lonely continent hidden from prying eyes. Safe and secure with the only turmoil being inner strife between the different races of dragons, each controlling a different sect of society and of the defense of their home. Each one pivotal and vital to the vast ecosystem.

Our king at this time is a young prince, handsome and dashing in every regard skilled with a blade and charismatic as a bachelor. During this time he has set his sights on a young woman who has catched his eye, how wonderful. Lets take a look.

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The night was like any other for him, yet another one of the royalty dances to put on a show for the high society of his soon to be people. Honestly the whole show was tedious and boring, but it was a little fun to wear a mask to this dance. Hiding himself and who he was underneath, played the games that would dance the line between truth and scandalous rumor. But after hours of it he needed a break, somewhere to breathe and air out his fanciful suit of many colors and gems. So out unto the balcony he went, placing his hands against the soft chiseled cold stone of the night. Hearing the soft pamper of raindrops puddle against the ground, he reached out his hand to collect a few and help to cool him down.

The cool droplets were a godsend, for a dragon who knew hours of dancing in tight cloth could even overheat himself. Having to undo his suit a bit so he could run his wet hand around his neck and the top of his chest, up to his clean shaven face as he pulled back the mask. With a soft and tired sigh he put it back on and took a few moments to take in the cool air, just as that would happen a lady came out from where he exited. Walking for a few steps until a sudden stop, then a continuation. He suspected that she was not expecting company out here, should he leave? Should he stay? Who knows what could happen, well the least he could do is be kind.

Turning around he saw a radiant lady dressed in cool toned blues and gems that decorated her mask. He took a moment to gaze her up and down as his usual crimson eyes would flicker a luscious purple. Time had seemed to stop for himself, lost within the shimmering eyes that pierced with this calming gaze. He had become relaxed with a mere gaze, let his guard down with a mere gaze. Awestruck he struggled to find the proper words to decorate his tongue.

She stepped forward with a soft bow as she pulled out her dress. "Apologies, have I interrupted your lordship?" She said in the same calming tone that her soft gaze would have said for themselves. But struggling for words he cleared his throat and offered his hand out in a bow. "Oh none at all my lady, the pleasure is mine to gaze upon a beauty to rival the stars themselves." He let out a soft smirk under his mask, only he could know of his face. But he could think of nothing more than to know who this lady was in front of him.