The Group had entered the swamp and it was very humid and haunting. The waitress was getting scared because of the monster in the swamp.
"We should be really careful everyone. Oh wait I forgot to tell you my name. My name is Lily. But really there is a legend of a monster in these swamps." Lily said shaking and looking around like a paranoid child.
The group pushed forward the mud was getting deeper and deeper. Ragneer was just dragging himself along. He had his head down and was just lost in his own thoughts. Dracin was at the back of the group to make sure that nothing would come from behind them. Just then a bone chilling roar could be heard from deep within the forest. Hydra jumped a bit and fell back into Ehecatl so many things in the woods looked enchanted or even the better word, Cursed. The shadows of animals that live in the trees were twisted and distorted into terrifying beasts. They heard the wind whispering for them to turn back. The flowers were often shades of black, red, blue, and green. There was a large clearing in the middle of the swamp with solid ground. They had spent the day traveling through the swamp all day long so they decided to camp right there.
"Nights are longer than the days in the swamp. Two hours of daylight mean four hours of night." Lily said
"Well We are all doomed it has been 12 hours of daylight. So that means 24 hours of night." Ragneer said with a very low and depressed tone
"I know we can make it through the night just fine. So who's on first watch? Dracin? Hydra?" Lily asked
" I will be on first watch this time" Hydra volunteered and everybody set up the camp each person with their own tent. Dracin walked into his tent and he slowly started to drift to sleep. Lily was staying up with Hydra to make sure that we were totally protected from all angles and keep her company. Xiu and Ehecatl were still up and next to the fire they couldn't sleep. Ragneer was just laying down in his tent just looking up into the sky wondering why. Dracin fell asleep and he ended up back into the endless lake like last time. Vermillion was sitting there and it was weirdly calm. He stood up and walked over to Dracin. Dracin stood straight up. Vermillion looked into his eyes.
"They are dead aren't they?" Vermillion asked. Dracin nodded and looked down.
"Damn it. I guess you have to know that you can't be caught in the kingdoms of Space, Time, And Reality. They will know you are more than just a normal dragon. So please try to not get caught." Vermillion said with tears of fluid that is many different colors probably because he is feeling many different emotions at the exact same time.
"Who are the leaders of the kingdoms?" Dracin asked
"They are other primals they hold something that they were looking for. The pieces of the soul that was broken long ago because of something they did." Vermillion said looking into the infinite horizon.
"So there are more than a few primals? And each primal is in the represented kingdom?" Dracin replied with a slight sad tone.
"Yes. In the Kingdom of Time there is Rose Primal of Time, In the Kingdom of Space there is Violet Primal of Space, In the Kingdom of Reality there is Ivy Primal of the very fabric of Reality. You don't want to fight them they would instantly kill you without a doubt" Vermillion replied
Dracin nodded and then asked one last question "Could you teach me something? Like a spell or a move?"
"Yes I can it is simple. Focus the energy from your soul into the tip of your blade" He said as he pulled out his blade and pointed it forward "Then release it all at once as a slice of the blade" He slices upwards and then a flurry of vermillion petals and there was a giant magical blade going very fast in one single direction.
Dracin tried doing it and he made a very weak one at first but after a few tries he gets a decent one that is acceptable. Vermillion nodded to him and walked away before Dracin woke up he said something to him but dracin couldn't understand what it meant.
Dracin woke up and went outside of his tent and told everyone to get some rest. Dracin thought about what he said over and over again until he could understand it.
"The demon and the hero are the same. In body and in spirit. You are no different from me." he repeated to himself.
He still couldn't comprehend it...
YOU ARE READING
The Beginning of it All
FantasySome stories are older than time itself. Some people remember them. Most forget about them. But some find themselves wrapped up in a bigger story.
