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He was born into a world that taught him the rage of war, subjugation and suffering. Driven by misery and grief, he embraced the Flames of Bedlam and became the First Dragon.
The world hailed him as Bahamut, the Dragon King. They tremb...
This is a chapter in a series of Flashbacks. They are the telling of how Bahamut became as he is -- from the soldier-slave to the the Dragon.
Time: A Year Ago
Location: The Forest/The Glade
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These days were full of haze and dreams. My memories still skim past the time as if it didn't exist. I only had one focus, one purpose. I had to answer the spirit's call.
It's surprising that the Invaders didn't track me down. Maybe they had bigger issues to deal with. Or maybe they thought a lone soldier-slave lost in an unknown, hostile world wouldn't live very long anyway.
That was their folly. They should have tried.
They should have hunted me before I found my destination. They didn't like what I became by the time I returned.
But I'm getting ahead of myself.
I was nothing on my own. Nothing but a broken body and anguished mind. Maybe it was madness that materialized the spirits I thought called me. I was so certain I was being led somewhere important.
Then, finally, I arrived.
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The mountains loomed closer each day I stumbled forward. The forest began to sway along the sloped hillsides. I felt the altitudes rising. It was a slow rise, but I saw how the tops of trees were now blanketed in cloud-like fog. It felt somehow safe, like a protective layer hiding me from the steep cliffs that rose above into misted obscurity.
Then, there were lights. Strange, but natural lights that drew energy from the land and the forest around them. I approached one to investigate.
It was the first time I'd seen a real crystal.
Not one of those fake crafted ones that crystal masters of today are so proud of. Those don't hold a candle to the true crystals of the wild lands.
Staring into the light of the stone, I felt the first ripple of pure wonder. I'd not know something so beautiful and alluring existed. I might have even been tempted to give up right there, give myself to this light and expire...
