"Face it! Jestin your son is dead! And he is coming for you next! Tencki is unstoppablr! Can you really face the kind of pain he has to offer you! And do you think Gogeta will be able to hold himself together long enough to help you! Your brother is dieng of deisse your son died at the hands of a Demon and your wife is trapped being used as bait this very seconed to trap you! Take Romeo and leave only you two were ment to live and if you go to Rose you will both DIE!"
Quoted by Chronioli in "Time of peace" Jestin vrs. Tencki. This was a quot from my book.
"Wake up! Were moving out! Orcs have attacked our home. We barley got them to leave. We move NOW!" Jonathan woke up to the cries of his father. He stood up trying to hold himself up, still drowsy and drippy from his nightly nap. He caught his breath finally and got dressed. He put his same old black leather boots and his brown leather coat.
John knew this day would come sooner or later. His village was always attacked by orcs. They moved frequently. Sometimes they don't even build a house.
John finally finished lasing his boots when he heard the attack horns go off. He grabbed his still packed beg which was under his bed. He made no effort to save anything that wasn't already packed.
He stepped out side and his light brown hair shined under the moonlight. He saw many families screaming and running. They act like this has never happened before! John walked over to the center of the street and waited for his father. John's dad came running out of the house jumped on his horse and yelled for John to come.
Calmly and slowly John walked to the carriage and got on. He then watched the orcs trample in and slaughter many people. The blood seeping from their backs was a terrifying sight. John grinned and said softly, "Should have ran." He wanted to laugh out loud but his father would only yell at him and tell him to have pity for the brain less. As angry as those orcs seemed John was more than likely, more upset. His life has sucked so far. Nothing but his good looks kept him alive.
John had nothing but instant spells at his hand. John is a sorcerer. His father was a knight but left when every one found out about John. From village to village, John has slept with over twenty girls, eat from twenty different plates and he even slept in twenty different beds.
John soon felt a rough tug as the carriage took off. He smiled happy as he watched others die before his eyes. This is the fifth attack. They are just retarded. Did they actually think they could hold off orcs forever! None of them approached the moving carriage but one. It was that girl he promised to marry. He watched her yell for him and begs for them to stop. She was beautiful and he did find her to be good in bed but there will be others.
He waved to her with a big grin of a smile-yelling goodbye. This was too good she really believes she was the one. Just as that thought passed an angry orc came running at her and swung his battle-ax into her side. She reached out for John feeling betrayal. He watched her die with a smile on his face. His father noticed John's laughter this time and spoke to him in a very deep angry voice, "why do you get excitement out of watching the innocent die?" John merrily smiled at his father and said, "you wouldn't understand. You have not the blood of a sorcerer."
After a couple of days travel John and his father came to a town. They moved around the town but the town was empty. John got off the horse carriage and walked around. He went inside the weapons smith. John felt the cold chill run down his spin. He slowly crept up to the welder and touched it.
"Ouch!" He yelled as he forced his hand back from the still hot welding materials. He then laughed softly and walked outside were his father waited. "Ahoy old man. This town isn't dead or abandoned. There must be a town meeting. Lets go see what it is about." His father nodded to him and they walked together to city hall.
When they arrived John looked up to a large wooden door that read "city hall from 1818-today. In Paladin we trust." John laughed and opened the door when they both heard the ruches. These people were all shouting when a thin short bold man that was sitting at a taller table slammed down a hammer across the table.
"Order, order." All the shouting voices calmed down. "Now it is a fact that orcs have been attacking towns and homes resonantly. Our insider informer has indeed told us we are the next targets. Our kingdom is no longer safe. Our king who lives miles away hides in his castle. So we have finally taken matters into our own hands." People stood up and shouted again and the man slammed his hammer again shouting, "Order, order now I here by announce your taxes were used to hire a group of skilled assassins. Keep in mind they are not class assassins, they are mercenary assassins. They are the best of the best. Three half-dragons!"
People stood up shouting back and forth when John could over hear one of the shouters, "they will eat the children. They will kill us all." The thin man slammed his hammer again; "they will not harm us besides we have no other choice!"
Finally John's father couldn't take it any more and he shouted above all the raised voices, "enough! Look at your selves, your all cowards. Why spend your money? Stay and fight these orcs yourselves. Listen I use to be a knight, I am here with my son John who is a sorcerer. Together with our help you can defend your home."
John was interested in these half-dragons he wanted to see them with his won eyes. I got it. I'll tell them what happened to the last town that tried to fight. Then father's routine will end and they will hire the half-dragons.
"How many must die before you figure it out father. The last town we were in tried to fight. All of them are dead now, not one survivor. I agree with your order. Hire these half-dragons. Or all of you can be dead and my father and I will leave untouched as always. It is your choice."
The people started shouting "Assassins" and John smiled lightly at his father. John's father simply said, "I hope you know what you are doing. This could be the death of another town. We shale not trust half-dragons." "Why is that? You always tell me this yet I have never seen one. This time father I will find out what you hide from me." John walked away outside leaving his father to wonder what could possibly be going thought his mind.
John finally woke up when he heard the loud voices of many people. John got dressed and ran outside to see what kind of commotion is going on. John ran out the Inn door and walked over to the crowd. His father was there right in front of three what seemed to be lizard people. One of them anyway. They all three looked different.
One had large wings and lizard like arms, the rest of his known body looked as if it were human. He wielded two great swords and he has beautiful blond hair.
The second one had a reptilian head and scales all over his body. He didn't have wings but he had claws and huge teeth. This one was wearing a cloak and he was wielding a scythe. He was also bold and had horns.
The third one had wings but they were small. He wielded a single great sword. He has a human face but has scales all over his known body. He also had a tale and a small set of horns. He had golden hair with beautiful face features. The only down fall was he had a flame scare on his face. It looks like a birthmark almost.
Johns father stood his ground in front of them and he said but one thing to the three, "You shale not pass. Not with out fighting me!" They all stood there looking at him as if they didn't want to attack him. They just merrily stood there.
John finally wanted to make his father look dumb. "Father move out of their way, they can tear you apart." John's father simply replied, "Then let them. Beast of burden returns to hell!" Then as soon as John and his father finished they all three turned to John. Each of them stared at him and John got nervous. "Why do you all look at me? I have nothing you want now go before I get angry with you." Then one with huge wings then stepped out in front of John forcing his father out of the way. Then he started to sniff John.
John pointed his finger at him and yelled, "Stay back! I don't want to hurt you!" The half-dragon simply turned back to the others and nodded. None of them spoke they just sat there and waited.
It was not long before all of the half-dragons were old news. They sat around and responded to no one. John's father however also did not move nor respond to anyone. He as well stood there facing them as if they were beasts, which needed slaying. John came back every once and a while, stopped to check on them. This is old all ready. I am going to find an innocent girl and make her dreams come true. John's sly natural is not his best friend as he might think.
He found one of the most beautiful girls around and walked up to her and pulled up really sly and whispered into her ears, "how would you like all your dreams to come true? I am incredibly handsome no doubt. Don't you agree.?" She giggled at him and whispered back in her soft voice that bounces off all things. "No sir you're not. For I cannot see. I search the heart and the mind. I know what you look like, you fantasia about yourself. I am a physic I know of what lies you tell."
John knew he was defeated and shouted, "damn demon bitch!" He walked away angry again. It seems to be his only emotion; anger with a capital A. John had more enemies then he friends.
John wondered back to his father and the three. They all still just stood there in a stare down. John finally got sick of waiting. He wanted to see one of these things in action. He lifted his hand and pointed his finger at the one who sniffed him earlier. "It's time to die fiends!" He then fired, a magic missile right at the face on the huge winged half-dragon. The missile stopped somewhat one foot away from him. It splattered across some form of magic shield. It lighted up blue for a fraction of a second then returned invincible.
John turned and gotten a confused face and looked at them and said, "that can't be?" he was surly wondering why he missed he has never missed this attack has never been blocked. He was an expert with his attack. "You there, half-dragon. How did you do that?"
As for many hours, they never said a word and John was tired of waiting. He walked to the Inn. He went to his rented room, lay down, and kicked off his leather boots, and then throws off his thick leather coat and closed his eyes. His right leg dangled off the edge of the bed and he fell asleep in seconds.
That night orcs came in by the hundreds to attack the villagers. The three never moved but then again no orc stepped inside. There was a huge fire shield around the village. The orcs tried to enter several times and each that tried to walk in burned to death. This whole time they sat there and John's father sat with them. Still none of them moved.
John woke up the next day and ran outside too see his father still there next to them. John stood in-between there gazes and yelled, "Dad quit the shit! You 3, do something other than standing there. Go find a girl bang her or whatever. Eat some damn children you have to just stop staring at each other!"
Just as he yelled at all four of them. They all four turned to him. Then finally the big winged one, who sniffed him before spoke, "you talk to much for a sorcerer. You also have a big mouth for a dragon blood kin." John looked at him in awe then in anger. "You know nothing of me!" Another half-dragon added in, "you know nothing of yourself. We know all about you sorcerer." It was the big one with out wings speaking.
John just gazed and then said, "father kill them! They are insulting me!" The last of the half-dragons interrupted, "he is not your father. As my friend has told you, you know nothing about yourself." John grew angry and mocked them all; "you know nothing of yourself." His sarcastic voice did grow the wingless one a little angry; "look, little pimple child, our leader tells you the truth. Your father was a 1\2 dragon. A rare breed indeed. You have his looks and his power sorcerer. There isn't a sorcerer who isn't part dragon. You are of dragon blood."
"My father is going to send you to hell! Right father." John's father turned and gazed into his son's eyes. He whispered in a soft sad voice, with words that send fear deep into John's heart. I am not your father. Your mother mated with a half-dragon. You got only human characteristics. "I am sorry to have not told you before." His father grew many tears and he bellowed for a while.
John some how knew it was true and while there was an opening. The three half-dragons walked passed him into the tavern, the one with the huge wings gave him a funny look as he passed and went inside with the rest of them. John just had a thought. "That's him. That's my father." John walked inside the tavern and walked up his room at the Inn.
John's head was full of confusion and questions. Who am I? Why am I here? What does fate have in store for me? John hates mysteries and his life was one big one. Oh shit, think about it. Now there is a bunch of 1/8 dragons running around! You just help made the world a better place you know that John. Soon dragons will be common and humans will be uncommon. You're the smartest.
John tossed and turned through out the night. It was harder than ever to sleep. It was his own fault that fate dealt him this card. If he would have just left these people to his supposedly father he would have never met his real father or his stupid life he brought with him.
John woke up the next day grumpy and tired. He wished he could just sleep all day and be and not wake up but his father wouldn't let him. He felt the hard steel boot cringe into his side and John jumped up with the sound of his father's voice, "get up boy we are going with the half-dragons to hunt down the orcs." "What now?" John managed to say barley awake and still on his feet.
His father seemed to think lesser and lesser of these half-dragons that were around. John didn't care about them. He hated them they ruined his life. Why should they live why should he care. Why should he kill orcs and why am I bitching to myself about these things. Why help a village I am not from! I want to let father know I refuse to help. John got dressed then said violently to his father, "I will not hunt down orcs. I am not a killer like you. I will not give into your evil desires. I will not kill orcs for this village."
"wrong answer! You are coming because they requested it! They want you there not me! Now get ready and meet us outside!" John simply nodded as his father stormed out of the Inn room. John then went back to the bed and lay down. He rested his head on the soft fluffy pillow and closed his eyes hoping to fall back asleep.
Unknown to John a pair and big red eyes were watching him. Then the big winged half-dragon spread it massive wings and closed then quietly and walked in the room. His wings covered his arms his legs his whole body. It was like looking at a vampire with his cape around him. The huge beast moved around with out a sound and he got real close to John and opened his mouth.
A load roar was the last thing John heard. In fact he wasn't sure if h could hear anymore. John got up and saw a huge half-dragon right beside his bed. This bastared screamed in my ear. I can't feel my head. Damn this thing. John wanted to hurt the beats but he knew his odds of killing it were slim to none. John got up and yelled at the top of his lungs, "WHAT IN THE NAME OF ORCUS!" The half-dragon laughed at him for a second then garbed john by his arm and pulled him outside.
Once in front of his father and the other two half-dragons laughed as he was lunged into the air with the force of the big winged half-dragon. Even as he fell John only felt more and more hate for those around him. John got up and got in carriage the and nodded, "well I guess I am going after all. Ready when you are."
Bump....Bump....Bump....Bump.... Thwat.
John's head was ringing. The roads here were bad and the back of this stupid carriage was enough to piss him off. It has been almost three days of travailing and every day he was told, "we are close." If we are so damn close we haven't we found these god-forsaken orcs yet? Another bump and John hit his head a second time in a row. It wouldn't be so bad if you could ride one of the horses. John climbed out the window and hollowed for his father, "Father I want to ride one of the horses." John's dad just gave a slight nod. John climbed up to the horse and sat on it and started riding. The horse's way of gliding across the rock road felt a lot better than the inside of the carriage.
John watched the half-dragons run at speed of the horse the flying one seemed to enjoy his flight. All he did was fly sarcastic like. His arms were always crossed and he always had a serious face. Something John hated is when people don't take pride in there ability.
John notices the other two as well. They ran as fast as the horses and they didn?t even break a sweet. They all seemed to enjoy their run. Again like the flying one they always had their arms crossed and looked serious. Then he turned to his father who too had an important look on his face. Okay, what am I missing? Why is every one so pissed off? What happened? John with out saying a word heard a response; "your father is a dragon slayer of all kinds. He kills them all, Dragconians, Half-Dragon, Dragon-kin, even Dragons themselves. He feels as they are all evil for there creation." John then gave him a shocked looked and the golden dragon responded, "I took a look. Sorry."
Hell mind readying. That's a spell I need to learn. First the girl now him. I better stop thinking all together. Even as all this thoughts passed night was dawning to it's peek and something didn't feel right. Then they all halted. "Why did we stop?"
The gold dragon pointed his finger at the flying one and he flew up into the sky looking from above. His father got off his horse and drew his great sword. The gold dragon began chanting and the bold one took the Scythe that was strapped to his back and wielded it in his hands. "I see every one can know we are going to die but me. That's just great!"
The winged fellow soon flew down, "four squads attack formation four sides. Ambush." The other two nodded and John's father looked around. "How many?" "All of them. They fear us, all five of us. They really fear him." The winged dragon's finger was pointing right at John. John just stepped back then said, "Why me." The others laughed then the winged one spoke again, "they don't know what we are but when they find out they will fear us over you."
John couldn't even single out a smile. He was angry he wanted to hurt these half-dragons, show them who should be feared. His feelings mixed because he also wanted to know why the orcs fear him? Why would any one fear John? He was good looking but that is never a reason to fear one is it? John started thinking maybe that his powers are what they feared. He never really used them before, once or twice maybe but not with his full power.
John grew a huge grin then shouted, "Let them come! I want to see them try and take us."He started his fearsome grow of his magical powers and laughed. Maybe this would not be so bad after all. Besides these over grown dragons will protect us. Why should I fear the orcs? They should fear me! John then readied himself with the others. Today is going to be a good day.
Draken was not like the other two half-dragons. His soul purpose in the group is to fly and estimate there chances of surviving. He really hated how the gold they earned barely benefited them. They would risk their necks and go to towns where they wouldn't even sell to them for what they are. Draken lives day to day with the soul purpose of finding who he is and why was he cursed as a half-dragon.
Like the other two he was not welcome on any of the Dragon or human lands. In fact the only race that did accept them was the elves. The elves kind of believed them as gods, able to live the life of elves and dragons. What people don't realize is that most of these half-dragons are half-elf. Draken was half-elf and half-dragon. He was however very interested in his dragon kind. His elf half just didn't stand out much.
Draken was looking forward to meeting his dragon father but never found him. He isn't very judgmental or anything but, he really wants to know what it is like being a Bronze Dragon. He was only half, and half is a bad thing. No one wants a half; no one cares for a half. And if you don't keep your mind on these orcs you won't be a half. You'll be a nothing. Stay focus and don't let the kid get to you. You don't know for sure if he really is your son.
Draken then spotted the first orc and flue at him with his incredible speed. He flapped his wings a good hard flap one time to lift him off the ground and another time to bring him at the orc. The orc wouldn't notice him in time to defend him. Draken swung his sword at him with great speed and took off his head in one good clean swing. The dark gray-brown blood came seeping out a fountain of blood. The fearless expression on the Orcs face made Draken laugh in his mind. The fool wasn't even afraid to die! How clever they don't know fear? Well like lord Soth would say, "it is time to teach them." Draken brought his big foot down on top of the dead fearless expression less orcs head. The sound of the skull smashing against the rock ground sounded like something from a horror movie.
The other two dragons held their own really well. They, mindful muscular beast, always counted their victims when they fought. Always in competition but, Draken however was not like them he wanted more than a head count. He enjoys taking pride in each kill causing him to kill slower in killing than the others.
"Draken and the others all noticed a blue glow coming from John, they all turned to him and watched as he spoke in a magic tongue. John had never spoken like this before and this time he was way out of control. His eyes started to illuminate and his hair lifted up like he was shocked all over by electricity. John's very cloths were all drifted toward the sky. His arms were lifted up and his face almost seemed life less.
Orcs were probably at every corner of these grounds. John was in so deep in hi spell nothing could kick him out of it. They all were so close to death when it happened. A burst of fire came screaming at every angle of this place. Every one was covered from it, which is of cores everyone but the orcs. They all screamed in pain and they burned and screamed and hurt. Their once fearless faces were full of fear and rage screams and frightened lies and you could even tell that they wetted their pants. Their faces were so full or fear it jumped out at you like a ghost.
Their screams were full of so much pain that even a depth man could hear them. The dead undead and living all could feel their pain. The sounds they made were so weary that it pained your stomach just to be around. Even the way their bodies just disappear before your eyes would spook and haunt you forever. Nothing about this instant kill was not way out of the norm.
John's one lifeless body was once again full of an evil laughter. Draken right away saw a problem. "You enjoyed killing them that way! YOU THINK THAT WAS CLEVER! YOU THINK THAT IS OK!" It was still funny to john and said, "It is funny, I am clever, and it was okay. I am in control now. They feared me and have never attacked me before why? Because I am powerful I am a living monster. I am a god!"
John's father yelled at the top of him lungs; "Boy I should have killed you years ago!" John turned to him and yelled in rage, his eyes glowed a strange blue again and his hair swung up like he was laterally cursed. "SILENCE!" His father went from full human tissue to nothing in a matter of seconds. "You know I never liked that man anyhow. But you know what I want a real test of my powers. Orcs are pushovers, wimps, nothing compared to me. You three however. You're way more of a challenge than any orc. Now you three test yourselves against me!"
Draken couldn't understand what was going on. That boy had more power than Draco did. Barbadus and Draco both looked over to Draken who was speechless then he finally said, "That is not my son. That is the power of a red dragon. Attack him!" Draco and Barbadus ran at him and swung their weapons as fast as one could swing a scythe and sword. They didn't connect, however they seemed to miss badly, these are top of the line fighters who never miss.
"What magic is this Sorcerer!?" Draco called out in a rage. While Draken and Barbadus both ran and swung their weapons at him each in a rage. None of them hit him it was like he wasn't even there.
"This is the power of my ancestors this is pure magic. You can't touch me if you can't see me! Were am I, am I where you are swinging." When John spoke like that Draco started speaking in a magic tongue. He finished and the room flashed a quick blue glow and nothing happened. That is accepting John appeared and disappeared. "Illusions." Draco sighted and the other two readied
Draco finally confronted his enemy, "Listen, I honor the old fight I choose to wield a sword just for it but now I am sick of it. I am a sorcerer as well foul boy. I want to fight you to the death, with only magic." John broke out laughing. He over estimated himself over the half-dragon. Draco had a plan indeed. He would trick John into believing his weakness was fire and after a while he would strike with a powerful breath weapon and eat him for dinner.
Draco started speaking and John spoke back, both in a magic tongue. The Arcane presence was so overwhelming you could feel magic within your stomach. John's eyes were glowing again and Draco's were as well. The spells formed in front of them, Draco an iceball, John a fireball and the blast flew at each other. The center collide was a huge impact. The ground rumbled and a huge crater formed from under their feet. The magic was forced into cracks and the land started shifting causing small mountains to form. The space was so limited Draken and Barbadus both had to move to keep their eyes on the fight.
Both magical presences began chanting and another blast formed in each of their hands. They both had the same cold lifeless stare that freaked Draken out however it seemed like a great fight; after all they rarely found something strong enough to force Draco into a magic showdown.
The blast flew to the other again causing the whole earth to rumble and the crater grew bigger. The ground shifted again causing a huge earthquake. Time was very sort now and Draken spotted something seeping out of the ground. "Lava!" He shouted in a frightening call. There was lava crawling out of the ground, it was so hot Draken could feel it a mile away. The forces of the magic were causing so very unnatural damage to the earth yet both spell casters kept on speaking. Almost cursed like.
The next impact drew lava out of every crack in the ground; the ground imploded all over. Explosions flew all over and the earth it's self was starting to fall apart. From far across the seas the Elves felt panic. The Dwarves now felt a huge rush of fear. The Kender all just found a new sense of fear and Humans scattered across libraries looking for a prophecy or something that explains what's going on. Then there was the half-dragons facing off up against a sorcerer with unlimited power.
John's rage had him so powerful that finally Draco was stroke by a fireball. Unlike Draco planed he was hit hard enough to be killed, "How fire can't harm me?" He said he a crackled beat up voice. Then John laughed, "This is a fireball laced with magic missiles. You think I didn't know your plan. I know all, I see all, I am god!" He started an evil laugh one that no one could hear and not tremble.
However Draken was not giving up yet he still had hope, "JOHN! YOU WANT A REAL MATCH JOHN! YOU THINK YOU'RE SO POWERFUL! THEN TRY AND HIT ME!" Draken started flying around and John threw fireball and iceballs left and right trying to hit him. Draken was able to dodge these magic attacks even the heat seeking magic missiles with his flying agility. His small breathweapon throw the missiles off and Draken was trying to keep this up until John wore himself down for the day. It seems like John never runs out of magic for he kept shooting and shooting. The way it was going nothing would be left on this planet. This is worse than Lord Soth. I got to keep him at bay. I can't loose.
Finally after the entire running Draken was hit hard and fell into the lava below. John who was now flying started to laugh his evil laugh like he had won another victory over someone who was little in power. John stood atop of the sky laughing and giggling. This was his victory he earned it. Every one feared him. The orcs, the goblins, even the mighty elves would tremble at his feet. And I deserve it all. They used to think Dragons should be feared. I am A God! They should all fear me. Unlike a Dragon a God is much worse. John had no enemies left that he knew of.
Under the earth in the lava flowed a Bronze Dragon. He finally flew out of the ground and brought with him Draken who was awake but still beaten. The large Dragon roared at the top of his lungs. "JOHN! I AM YOUR GOD!" John felt fear and fear like no one else was feeling. He fell to the floor at the mercy of this huge Dragon. The Dragon looked down at him and brought his head down. In one huge scope John was no more and magic started to return the earth the way it was.
Draken caught a quick look at the dragon as it flew away. It was a beautiful bronze color with Green strikes across its wings and back. Its face was like his own in many ways. It was the best looking Bronze dragon he had ever seen. Suddenly he knew who it was. It was his father who had just saved the world and flown away.
Draken finally got to Barbadus and Draco. They all walked arms in arm holding each other up to the town that were to pay them. When they arrived they got their money and left the small town. They each would travail together again. Looking for adventure they would now travail across oceans and lands. Were there journeying ends, we will never know.
About the Author: I am 19 years old and I have been writing sense I was 14. I am writing the novels Demonic Infestations and The Vampire Tavern. I live with my father who has encouraged me to keep on writing. I write mini stories for my little brother to help him read. I am planing to finish these books soon and get them published. I hope to see my work encourage others to write.
Story Written by Jessie Gibbs. 2-28-2003
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