Dragon Child

Ⅰ

A dark mist shrouded the tall, lifeless mountain. What was once green and full of life is now sprinkled in ash with the smell of death in the air. Silence filled the dreaded valley below the mountain, the rivers flowed with black and red liquids, rendering it undrinkable. The trees swayed, but their dark green leaves made no noise. Chaos was held inside the mountain, screams would echo throughout the polished stone halls, only to be silenced short after. Blood was splattered everywhere, who or what it belonged to is unknown. Bodies littered the gold tiled floor, staining it with their crimson liquid. Diamond chandeliers swayed as a rush of air went through the place where a feast was being held. The cloud of blackness slowed and took shape. Gnarled horns rested atop a foul body. It's eyes were large and black, as if they were the two orbs that contained the source of its dark magic. It's nose was pushed into its face, almost similar to a pig's. It's heavily built arms could easily snap bones, it's large cow-like legs could crush a skull like an egg. It's sharp pointed teeth were shown, its lips pulled back in a snarl. A large axe rested in its arms, sharp enough to slice a rock, yet jagged enough to rip through flesh. The black beast stormed through the marble wall, breaking down whatever defense system that was put into place. Screams broke out from the little people of the mountain. One of the Dwarven men called out from the crowd, "run! Take the children away from the Tyran! Send them to the back!" Dwarven children were pushed back away from the beast, a Tyran - a creature of evil. The Tyran growled, causing the Dwarves to cry out and push themselves further back. Fear coursed through the people of the mountain, and the Tyran enjoyed every bit of it.

A dwarf with a large beard and dark skin knew that he had to get to his king, fast. He was covered in a hooded cape that was made with gold threads. Black and gold was its color, for he was the King's protector, and he had to do his job. The Tyran attacked, lifting his mighty axe up and over his head. He brought it down on a helpless dwarf with golden hair. Her blood spattered everywhere, and when the Tyran lifted his axe, she came up with it. As the beast yanked off the female dwarf, the guardian dwarf slipped out from the crowd. He made sure to stay out of the Tyran's line of sight as he silently snuck past. It was painfully long for the guardian, and he had to move slow. A small child noticed him moving, and she followed him. Her shortly cut black hair bounced as she silently ran to him. She was taller than the other children, obviously not of the Dwarven kind. She wasn't built for strength, she was slender and very skinny compared to the other children. Her black dress flowed behind her, matching the color of her hair, pitch black. Her bright green eyes flashed fear as the Tyran killed yet another person, using his axe to rip them in two. The guardian dwarf successfully escaped, the green-eyed girl right behind him, hidden in the darkness that shrouded the halls. Her dress and lack of metals on her aided her stealthiness, although the dwarf in front of her clanked with every step he took. They were running, the only sound that could be heard was the slight clanking of the metals from the dwarf in front of the young girl. The two knew the halls by heart, light was not needed for them. Although the girl could see just fine, light was not needed for her to see. One of the many things that she kept a secret, for she was scared that the dwarves wouldn't accept her any more than they already had.

The two took many turns, weaving down the silent, stone walls. In the end the guardian dwarf stopped at a large vault door. The stone that it was made of gave off its own light, illuminating the small area around them. The dwarf opened it up as quietly as he could, although he couldn't help it when it creaked open. The young girl ran up to the dwarf, startling him as he jumped in the air. "Cyra! How did you get here?" He asked, surprised.

The little girl, Cyra, whispered, "I followed you when you left. The Tyran didn't see me, I made sure to be quiet." The dwarf smiled, and gripped her small, boney hand tightly in his own larger one. He pulled her into the vault, securing it behind them. These halls were different, and Cyra was grateful that she could see. The guardian dwarf pulled her in deeper into the polished halls. The small light that the vault door produced reflected off the walls, gracing the two with a dim light. They raced down the hall, no longer trying to be stealthy. Except for Cyra, she was always running as quietly as she could. They reached a large golden door, coated in rubies, sapphires, emeralds, and other gems. The dwarf opened the door and ushered Cyra inside before he entered himself.