Rise of Fire: Dragons Reborn [COMPLETED]

Chapter 25

A figure moved through the darkness like a snake through mist, lithe and smooth as it picked its way through the rubble and carnage. The dark figures that surrounded it fell to their knees in reverence at the figures passing, their glowing ember-like eyes focused only on the dirt beneath them.

"Hail Queen of Shadow..."

"Honor be the Queen..."

"Darkness swallow her highness." The whispers filled the dark void, echoing around endlessly at the passing of the woman. Her glowing green eyes pierced through the shadows as she strode forward casually. She was the essence of boredom as she moved. Her eyes never strayed from the invisible path that she was picking her way down.

The world she inhabited was made entirely of inky nothingness suspended in an array of glittering starlight, the remnants of dying gods consumed by their own siblings in a never ending cycle of rebirth and re-death. It was the perfect world for a being like her, she had consumed her siblings too just like the gods. Except unlike the gods she didn't grow brighter, she couldn't continue consuming everything in sight. But as she stepped over a few white, stripped, brittle human bones she smiled. She may have been hungry for thousands of years but soon her god would release her and her armies to ravage the world once more.

"The time is almost near!" She sang into the air; she threw her hands up and swirled around as her heart sang in glee. Or, that was, what was left of her heart. Most of it had rotted from her chest thousands of years ago. Such was the price to pay when one sold their soul to Vekkar and stepped into his realm of eternal darkness.

"Fucking great, we finally get to leave this trash heap like Elise?" Another woman leapt down from a craggy spire to land a few feet away from the woman. The newcomer was short with round human ears and round brown human eyes. Her dirty brown hair was cut bob-style to frame her young immortalized face. She wore an old style tunic which had been stained with blood for thousands of years as well as some well-worn leather pants.

"Well, funny you bring her up." The woman smiled as she recalled the memories of a dying dragon and a desperate rider. Elise had been a child. That was quite literal considering her death and rebirth as a child thousand of years ago.

"Yeah, why isn't that bitch back yet? I want to go, I haven't felt the air on my face in... What? Three thousand years?" This time a male voice rang out. A larger man broke through the fields of mist to join the ever growing party. He was sun-kissed brown with dark black hair cut short to his head. He had the face of a killer with eyes that reflected a deep and unnatural insanity.

"Brock, so lovely to see you again." The woman sneered tersely. So many questions her little minions had, so many gruesome exciting answers.

"So, when does Elise get back?" The woman stomped her foot angrily as she glared at Brock. Brock shrugged his shoulders with a lopsided grin,

"I'm with Tahani. Where's that lucky fuckin bitch at? She's been out too long." The woman smiled as she recalled the dying screams of Elise's dragon, the sobs of Elise, the fiery eyes of the giantess.

"Why, she's quite dead." She had expected a few gasps, sighs, or even yells of excitement and glee at the girls passing. They had all hated her, though to be fair they hated each other just as much.

"Hah, right. Dead? We haven't died in thousands of years, what changed?" Brock's voice had gone from jovial and lighthearted to grim and cold.

"The turn of the era of course." She continued to walk with purpose even though she now had an entourage. And a rather annoying one at that. Tahani snorted, the sound rather piggish in her human throat.