Dragonborn

Chapter 12 ~ Demonology

    Akila got a rude awakening when a bucket of ice-cold water was unceremoniously dumped on top of her head. She sputtered, "W-what the hell!"

Gavin chuckled, "That's what happens when you change to often. I had literally just warned you."

She groaned at his words simply dragged herself off the soggy cot she was in. "How long have I been out for?"

"No long." He assured her, "Just enough for me to drag you here and get a bucket of water."

"Did I really deserve that though?" She asked.

"Maybe, maybe not. It might finally wash some sense into you."

She gave him a pointed look.

Gavin sighed, "I really wanted to do it too."

Akila smiled and shook out her hair, making sure to get droplets of water on his immaculate clothes. "I have to get back out there, the sooner I can control my second form the better."

He stopped her, "No, you'll only faint again. Plus, mastering your dragon is nothing compared to mastering your ability."

Her interest was piqued, "And how do you suppose I even find out what my ability is?"

Gavin put his hands up and backed off, "It's a road of self discovery."

She scoffed, of course it was. "Surely there has to be a way to find it?"

"All I can recommend is drawing on your power, especially if it feels like a section of it where you wouldn't usually stray. Just not now, unless you want me to get more water."

Akila got the point. "Alright then, tell me how the first Dragonborn came about."

Gavin let out a low whistle, "Well, it was a long time ago, but his name was Prometheus. He was a peasant boy from what I understand, but he had a good heart. Scolmyr was a prince. At the time, he was called 'The Black Prince'. I'm sure I don't have to go into explaining how cruel he was. There was one thing, of course, a woman that melted his heart. Her name was Absinthe. She was a lord's daughter and attended court every now and again. Infuriatingly enough, she wasn't interested in the prince's advances. Each rose and poem of love was met with an upturned nose. When asked why, she simply replied that her heart belonged to another. Unknown to Scolmyr, this was Prometheus, he delivered grain to her father's castle. The reply simply solidified his desire for the woman. He prayed to whatever deity would listen for a way to win her heart. Unfortunately for him, Xydes was listening. Instantly, the god of all things dark appeared to the prince on moonless night and offered the answer to all his dreams. Power. He could make Absinthe do anything he wanted of her, even fall in love. Alarmed, Aetheia, goddess of light, also came down from the heavens. She told the prince not to accept any offer given to him by her counterpart, and that his promises would not give him what he really wanted. Scolmyr had already made his choice though. Xydes had offered him everything in exchange for Scolmyr's dedication. He then planted a seed of true darkness in the prince's already tainted soul and waited for it to grow."

Akila marveled at the story that Gavin was telling, it seemed as if it was something out of a children's book. She didn't realize history was so dependent on women.

He continued, "Drunk with power, Scolmyr slipped a vial of poison into his father's water glass. He then set his plan in action. As king, he was expected to take a wife. And despite all the women that laid down at his feet he only had eyes for Absinthe. Her parents were more than willing to marry her away to elevate their position so she soon found herself engaged. Desperate to keep the love of his life, Prometheus begged Aetheia for power. So she made him into a Dragonborn on the condition that he would use it for good and bestow it upon eleven others so that they could keep each other in check."