Capítulo 96: History lesson part 1
"What's your history? Can you go into detail?" I asked.
[Don't answer that Achlys!] Drak yelled suddenly
{Hm? Why not? haven't you told him already?} it asked back.
"Achlys? Who's that? And told me what?" I asked in confusion.
{You mean you don't know? Drak hasn't told you?} it asked with a laugh.
"He told me that your father separated you because you wrecked too much havoc," I asked while frowning. Something wasn't right here.
{it goes far deeper than that. And it's also connected to your family after all. What surprised me the most is that you're on such good terms with him. Given that he was the reason your family was hunted down for centuries.} his revelation shocked a puzzled me. Noticing my puzzlement, the sword began to laugh.
{What has he told you?} it asked.
I went on to explain my family history and Drak's past according to him. But as soon as I finished the sword began to laugh. It was a mocking one.
{I-I can't believe he fed you that. Why are you so silent Drak, cat got your tongue? Since he isn't going to tell you the truth then I will. Boy did he pull the wool over your eyes kid. It has been a long time since I have laughed so hard. Ok, here goes.
There was a time when the land was peaceful. So peaceful that the humans lived blissful and content lives. Wars were barely ever waged. The world only knew the light. But there must be balance. Lahru, our father, was the Dragon of light, and he, more than anyone, knew that balance wasn't achieved. Yet he didn't want it to be. For who would forsake peace for war and suffering.
Unfortunately, he did not have a choice in the matter. His first child Zepher, the fire dragon was born. Reckless and brave, he was our father's headache. Sapphire, the water dragoness was our father's heart. Hezpot the sky dragon, the funny one of the family. And us, formally known as Achlys the abyss dragon. All four of us were our father's pride. But something was destined to go wrong. With our birth, human emotions previously hidden began to rise like the ocean tide. Greed appeared in the world and took root. Struggles for power, usurping of thrones, murdering of fathers and sons for mere coins. Rape, abuse, everything you could imagine appeared as suddenly as the rays of sun in the morning.
Lahru didn't know what to do. His dream of peace and bliss was shattered with our birth. Angered, he cast us out, never to return. That was when everything began to go downhill. The dream of a family, the dream of gaining our father's respect shattered into fine powder. And hatred took its place. Our powers which had been dormant for so long, burst forth like a volcano, ushering in a new era. The era of darkness.
The once peaceful land was stained with the blood of innocents as men in metal marched with greed and malice in their eyes. the families who would once scream out the names of their loved ones happily were now nowhere to be seen. The homes that were once built to shelter their family Now marked their tombs. The wails of the survivors as they scream out the names of their loved ones is all that echoes through the once happy streets.
In order to feel love, you must bear the risk of feeling hate. And so, the cycle of pain commenced. Survivors grouped up. Made their own kingdoms and waged wars on those who did them wrong. The survivors of that war would later build their own kingdom and the cycle continued. Three hundred years of none-stop war opened the eyes of Lahru who was standing upon the tallest peak, as clouds of ash blocked out the sun. the screams of innocents ringing in his ears like a sorrowful melody.
He had finally realised what went wrong. But he was too late. The disaster he had once tried to avoid so much was ironically created by his own two hands. But he was too late to stop it, as his family was destined for doom.
We didn't have love in our heart. How could we, when the only semblance of it was shattered by the hateful glare of our father and the disappointed looks of our siblings. They would all burn. A shadow loomed over the sky as a massive black dragon flew over the marching warriors as they waged war and pillaged the innocent. But we knew this wasn't going to harm our siblings. So, we decided to scale it up.
We passed all kinds of magic on to the humans. Their bodies were somehow suitable to use it and soon, wizards began to sprout. What is now called jinx's, curses, charms and spells all came from us two. The abyss Dragon was the progenitor of the magic that roams the seven continents. Destruction and chaos were the goal. And that was what we achieved. And pain was what we aimed to inflict upon our so-called family.
We spread the news of Dragons living in the mountains, and the greed that overflowed through them, clouded the minds of the once peaceful race. They waged war for the right to slay the Dragons. And once the winner was decided, they marched to the highest peak where Zepher the great fire dragon rested, protecting the border between Asia and Europe.
Groups of wizards hidden in the shadows and armies of soldiers led several assaults on Zepher only for it to do no damage. Us true dragons were God-like existences after all. No type of magic or sword could ever kill us. But that wasn't the goal. Dragons didn't have unlimited magical energy. They would get tired as well. And Zepher being the reckless fool that he was, didn't hold back in his attacks. Effectively draining his magical energy quickly.
And once that happened, all we did was kill the remaining humans.
[Achlys, thank our father you're here. These weird little ants had the audacity to attack me. And they have magic which only our race has. Do you know how they got it?] he asked. Seemingly forgetting all about us being outcasted centuries before.
{I haven't the faintest of clue, but you should take a… rest. A permanent one.} Zepher nodded, seemingly agreeing before freezing, but it was too late. By the time he realised the wording was wrong, a massive black paw was already resting on his throat.
[W-what are you doing?! Release me! This is no time to be playing around! This is exactly why father outcasted you! Because you act like a child all the time! Come on, let go,] he said, but it was of no use. We only tightened our grip and stared into his eyes full of confusion.
{Let-there-be-chaos} we hissed and amassed black flames in our throat. we pried open his mouth and spat the fire straight down his throat. The devouring flames burned his body into nothingness with ease. our brother's abilities relating to fire were transferred to us via our devouring ability.
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