Chương 53: The Fifth Tome: Attack

Ra was extremely close to crossing the thin boundary between level 6 and level 7, as an immortal Dragonknight he had experienced a massive change. So much energy was stored in his body he felt he might explode, and thats not all, he...knew things. Currently, he did not have a firm grasp of his abilities, and from time to time he would randomly release jets of explosive energy. If not for the divine runic symbols carved into the walls he may very well have leveled the place by now.

Anyway, the fifth Tome was before him, emanating a dusky gray aura with tendrils of black flame within the gray smoke. "So powerful!" Ra felt a burning sensation travel the length of his arms when he grabbed it, and for the first time he began to wonder what these books were made of. Their pages were unlike any paper he was accustomed to, and it didn't make sense for a book to contain so much power that it could directly increase his level to this extent. Despite how amazing the techniques inscribed within might be.

"I won't get any answers like this," he thought as he once again began reading the symbols on the page, his last thought being, "I wonder what language this is?"

This question was quickly answered,

It has been 100 years since I've written my last Tome, and indeed they have been extensive, in them I have provided a short description, a history if you will of the darkest days we Dragons have lived. I have also written, with great effort- all the skills and knowledge possessed by our race so that, should we fail, it will not be forgotten.

Apophis has not returned, he remains secluded in his mountain, it is said that he has driven all manner of beasts from it. He no longer harbors any interest in being our King.

The mantle has once again been thrust upon me to assume, reluctantly- I accept, we require a leader, especially now.

I have buried what little remains of my son, he is entombed in a place far from Dragonwall and Egradim, in the hope that his rest will be a peaceful one.

My mate is pregnant, her belly already round after 10 short years of pregnancy, she is due to give birth any moment, I must ensure my legacy.

I do not expect to survive this, but for the future of our race, for the safety of my child, I have left behind an Imperial bloodline and I will lead my forces to attack the Human capital. They have been quiet, but Humans are cunning, I know they are planning something, and we will not wait like sheep for slaughter!

10,000 Dragons, 40,000 Fallen descended from Dragonwall, to observers it must have been a majestic sight.

I led a contingent of Evolved White Dragons, and I possessing an anima am a Immortal White Dragon. My power is incomparable to that of the past, I have confidence in ending this war even at the cost of my life. We flew for a full day at top speed, we felt the wind whistle through our scales. It was like loosening the chains of captives, we were unbound, free to take wing in the skies we loved without fear, "This," I thought, "is the life I want my children to have." When we reached the Human capital we were astounded by the sight, crystal clear sparkling water surrounded the capital like a vast ocean. It had not been there before and some of us began to question, but I in my haste, my mind filled with thoughts of freedom ordered the attack. Unquestioningly my forces dove at the castle walls, we were stopped by a barrier suddenly huge wooden structures appeared on the castle walls, we were once again confused. Until they began ejecting projectiles, they flew at us at high speeds catching us unprepared, large fat arrows impaled Dragons in the chest forcing us to ground, the castle gates flew open and men and women stormed out weilding weapons that were sharp but not metal... The Humans revealed one strange weapon after another, weird glowing tools that magically appeared in their hands. Still we fought on, those who died would rise again, except- they didn't. We fell from the sky and fell into the waters below, the dead did not rise, it dawned on me that I may have made a dreadful mistake. "Retreat!" I roared to all who could hear me over the din of battle, before I like a coward turned my wings and fled.

The Humans did not chase those of us who managed to escape, from afar we could see them fish out the corpses from their unnatural ocean. My blood boiled with rage, hatred for the Humans unlike any other finally took root in my heart, I, who had sought to cooperate with them in the first place was to blame, I had doomed my race to death and destruction and now, I had abandoned them. Death would be too good for one such as I. I must correct this travesty before the cancer grows any further, and so I too entered seclusion.

Upon our return to Dragonwall with a heavy heart I ordered my kin to evacuate from Egradrim, the Holy City will have to survive on its own for now. Many were unwilling to leave, we had paid a steep price for its defense, our draconite, our eggs, ...and our lives. Now we must leave- to survive...

I gathered the remaining Dragons and we were once again homeless, wanderers, adrift in the world that we tended during its infancy. Outcasts in our native home, we lived in caves and hid. The Red Dragons were always hot tempered and quick to anger, they made frequent expeditions to Human towns and villages, kidnapping their women to slow their population. It did little to stem the tide and instead often led the Humans to our hiding places. The Red Dragons were nearly driven extinct, My power having grown a great degree, I forced them into hiding once more.

I was now a Saint Rank White Dragon, but this is only the beginning, I sense...an opportunity, more power, a strength that will allow me to reach a realm comparable to that of a God.