The Year of the Dragon [M/M]

Prologue

She ran through the snow covered Forest from the glowing amber and loud shouting behind her. Her child was securely tucked between her bosom protecting him from the harsh winds that slapped her. The cold winter night would not falter her determination to get her beloved to safety before the enraged group of men could catch her.

With spears, bows, torches, and guns at their hands they charged at her, quickly gaining speed to the demon hag and the bastardy abomination who was born a few moments prior. They could not allow her to escape for they believe it the will of their Gods to vanquish her from the lands.

The woman, Giaa, however was determined and with soft lips she recited a spell she had studied within her books. A burst of energy erupted from her chest as she felt herself become a form of matter before vanishing away with her infant.

The spell was faint however quick as she found herself once more forming at the base of a mountain. With wobbly feet she fell on her knees cradling her child with the other one. The spell had taken an unusual role on her weakened body.

Her body needed rest, but she knew, by the faint sounds of the townspeople, they would find her if she stayed too long in one area.

The mountain was a massive form filled with various forms of life thriving within. She did not have much strength but the sleeping child told her she had a limited amount of time before they both succumbed to the cold. Giaa, looked towards her child with love and felt a new found strength thrive within her. With the freezing winter's wind cutting sharply into her she stood, shakenly and began the silent trek up the mountain towards the old stone path she knew of.

There was an old legend that surrounded the mountain, one that kept the villagers from wanting to step foot onto it. The woman knew of the legend for it was taught to her from a Monk of the temple at the tip of the mountain.

It is said in the season of fire the original being would rise again and in its path a flames will scorn the Earth until his beloved is returned. In the flames the being of Origin will slay the corrupted Gods and bring forth in motion a new era.

She remembered how the monk was convinced of this legend, and even being a witch, Giaa did not believe it.

The Harsh winds chill Giaa to the bone, and using her body she protects the sleeping child to the best of her ability. The infant, cradled in her arms, slept through it all. The winds were harsh and the only source of illumination was from the glow of the moon but she would not let that stop her as she continued on. She allowed her mind to wander through her memories as she continued forward.

She had remembered the Monk that had shared the legend was kind hearted and spoke with wisdom beyond her years. They had met while Giaa was within the village, volunteering her time to tend to the sickly. She would often bring herbs she knew would heal ailments to those who could not afford medicine.

The Monk often did her escapades from the mountain to the village where she would often help the sick and gather supplies in the center. Giaa would help her carry supplies to the base of the mountain where the other Monks would help her carry it up and in turn the Woman would teach Giaa of new herbs and remedies. This was an occurrence that took place, once a month when the woman made her trek from the mountains. At least it took place until the Monk had discovered Giaa's pregnancy.

The Monk wanted Giaa to travel and live within the mountain within the temple, and at the time, Giaa had refused. The Monk had stated there was always a place for Giaa to call home within her temple and that was the last Giaa had heard from her. How she wished she would listen to her friend.

Giaa had secretly studied the arts of majick for decades and used its properties to help those in need and to understand the world around her. She created residency in the would, creating a home from an old cabin off the outskirts of the village. It was challenging in the beginning to create a home, however after a while she was able to turn the old structure into something new.