Is it a curse, a gift? An epidemic? Does it kill? Those questions would spread through anyone’s psychopathic mind. The mortals of this world shall soon suffer my virus. The virus of when dragons and humans merge into one demonic creature…the Dragoon. Soon, one day I shall control all under this curse, and be the ruler of all the worlds, light or dark, mortal or immortal.

The large lord moved his head to the left and right, eyes scanning the area for any idiotic minions. Nothing. He closed his eyes, meditating again. Yet it was not peaceful meditating like monks or those peaceful elves do, no it was more of keeping his thoughts deep into his mind. He slid back into his large, very large, throne. His large, dark and shredded robe sliding toward it was uncomfortable on his backside. He sighed loudly, his skeleton like chest rising and falling slowly. He sat his elbow comfortably on the arm of his thrown, and brought his bony cheek to it.

“The world is boring, all it is for I is killing them and killing those,” he said to himself. Sure, he was the immortal king! The Dark Lord! He could kill whoever he wanted to, control whoever he wanted to.

He looked down at a list, “Next to come is …another medieval town. The town of Godfrey. God that place makes me sick, full of god loving, peaceful people,” a huge grin appeared on his face, “Not for long, I’ll give them a few more years,” he stood up, “And then the destruction shall begin! First command of the mages, Kokuzoku, come here.”

A tall man entered his master’s lair. He had long, black hair that went past his pelvis, his eyes were a steely grey, he wore an old wizard’s hat, and like most of him, his clothing was a dark robe and cape, he also had a few large necklaces hanging down to his chest. The larger one revealing that he was the first high command of the mages. The only issue was, he himself was not a mage; and like his name says, he’s a traitor. When he was young he betrayed his kind after doing enough damage already at his own clan. Kokuzoku grinned, then bowed half way with his hand on his chest and other hand swaying back, “My lord, how are you on this wonderus melancholy day?”

“Bored, now gather your troops,” the dark creature answered.

Kokuzoku looked up at him, “What for, my lord? Another capturing of filthy creatures? Or just more mortal humans?”

“Humans, yes. The town Godfrey, it’s a large town and their troops are rather strong so get the strongest of your troops trained for the next few years.”

“How many years, my lord?”

The immortal king thought for a second, it was a good question. It had been quiet the lot of years since his minions have done any training. All of them have gone rather fat, and it takes quiet the time to get stronger again. He stopped scratching his chin with his bony fingers and brought it back to the arm of the throne, “I’ll make it sixteen years.”

“Sixteen!? My lord do you think that is a bit too much?”

“No, I find it perfectly fine. Now, get started immediately. I had made up my mind, soon the age of the dragoons will begin. So soon the five dragons will awaken and they will give out their items to the five chosen ones, we need all of our people strengthened.”

“But my lord, you said only th-”

“Shut up! I have changed my mind! ALL the mages and ALL of the others WILL be trained, understood!?”

Kokuzoku backed away, stumbling almost, “Y-yes my lord, right away my lord.” He bowed again and left.

Once the traitor wizard was gone, the lord slunked back into his throne more and muttered to him, “Yes…the age of the dragoon shall begin very soon.”

Miles and miles away, the medieval town of Godfrey was silent. All but their large, well built, cathedral smack dap in the middle, beside their castle. The cathedral wasn't only their spot for every day praying, Sunday "meetings", and monarch burials…it was also the hospital. And inside that hospital was the constant yell of woman, her scream in pain. Not the pain of being wounded, but of …pressure. The woman was the queen of Godfrey, Queen Herenden. She was, of course, wife of King Herenden VI. Herenden being old English for "dweller on high hill" it was true because his family has been rich and powerful rulers for ages. And when the King's father died, he was given the crown although 10 years before that he married the queen of the medieval town Dunn. Although her personality was kind and hearty, her family and town were dark and unhearty and somewhat enemies of the Godfrey people. Yet once the two love birds married, things HAD to be changed. With there only being four medieval towns in the whole world, the other two already ruled with elder kings and queens, King Herenden VI didn't even have a choice. But as many say, it was love at first sight when they met up. Finally, as years went by…they began a family. The king was already getting old and weak, so they need a prince and/or princess to continue on. Thankfully, the time has come. And after the stressful night for Queen Maria Herenden, the cry of Princess Marie Herenden lit the cathedral's walls. Maria took a deep breath, laying her tired head on the pillow as she waited patiently for her doctors to clean her child up. But what she had always feared, did so happen. She always feared that the prophecy would one day come true.

Soon Dark and Light,

Immortal and Mortal

Shall become one,

One from the dark's hands

And the age of the Dragoons shall soon begin,

A young princess shall be affected

And her journeys will begin the very day she is born.

Though the prophecy wasn't one that didn't take very long for others to figure out, it was just hard to know which baby it was. Even though, the medieval humans did not have good technology, nor did they decide so, ever since the war ages ago humans began to split into what they believed they should live. Some in the medieval, some in future, and soon…new creatures were dwelling on the "new" earth. Goblins, elves, witches and wizards. Then…there are the immortal ones, the ones that dwell under the earth's core itself. Ruled by the feared lord…the Dark Lord.

Although, it was all a myth of those "people"; many snorted at stories that were told. But all did believe in the mages and gargoyles, for they do live above the earth's core and other layers, but they were said to be packed with the devil himself. Mages being the arch enemies of the wizards and witches. Although, what's the difference? Well ever since a long time ago, some wizards and witches had different things on mind. Soon when they made a pact with the Dark Lord, he changed them. All mages having the same features- red eyes and elf like ears. Another thing, dark, and forbidden, magic. So the wizards and witches called them traitors and soon, yet years and years ago, the stronger of the two groups fought and then conflicted a horrid curse upon each other. An odd, yet harsh one, and if any mage or wizard that are injured or ill were to be near the opposite species, that opposite species shall too be injured or ill and will soon die from the illness or injury. Although, it too, was a myth that many would roll their eyes at it and walk off.

"Doctor! Look! Wings!"

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The Dark Lord snapped his head up. Has it really started already!? He closed his eyes again and listened.

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"Let me see," the doctor of Queen Herenden said, going over to one of the male nurses.

The nurse held the baby up, letting the blanket slide off her back and revealed sky blue dragon wings.
The doctor's face paled, and he whispered, "The prophecy."

Maria, too, had noticed, tears already invading her vision. No! This is unfair! Why!? Not my Marie!

One of the servants, who had to observe the whole birth, quickly dashed out of the room and soon the cathedral, after what he had seen. As he ran, and stumbled a few times, he would scream out "Lord Herenden! Lord Herenden! I have horrid news!"

High in the castle, in the King and Queen's keep was the waiting King. He paced constantly, muttering to himself. His robe flying as he went left and then making a curve as he turned his heel and went the opposite direction till he got to the end of the room. He was scared; he knew about the prophecy and feared, like his wife, that it would happen to his daughter. Yet he wasn't sure if he were getting a daughter, that's why he hopped for a son more. The King stopped pacing and turned his head to a near by wall, he could hear frantic running in the corridors. Those footsteps coming toward his door. He turned his whole body to the door, putting his hands behind his back, and trying to be more "kingly" for whoever was going to enter his bedroom.

"My Lord!" said the servant as he stumbled in. The King's long locks and beard flew back as the door opened quickly; and he swiftly caught the servant who had tripped on the carpet. He let the servant catch his breath before he asked what the news was.

The servant took a deep breath, still somewhat needing more breath to catch but spoke, "My…lord, i-it's a girl."

"Really!?" the King said, his hopes dropping somewhat, "And…?"

"W-well…t-th-th-th-"

"Spit it out already!"

"TH-THE PROPHECY!"

The King let go of the still breathless and shaking servant as he fell to the floor with a thud. NO!

Once the King got a hold of himself and his heart was back in his chest and out of his throat, he turned heel and ran out of the room. Down the corridor, down the stairs, down more halls and stairs, and finally out of the palace's grand doors. He turned right toward the near by cathedral, and like the servant, he stumbled in but did not have to be caught by any nurses or doctors.

"Where is she…" he said, his voice somewhat angry.

The baby was in her mother's arms, the Queen was crying from both joy and sadness. She had enjoyed her time with her daughter, but knew it was the end and she could not disobey her husband's and king's orders.

"H-here," she said, chocking on tears and handed the bundle to him.

The king took it; he stared down at the child, who was smiling up at him. Her hands reached up to grab his beard, but he didn't allow it and moved the blanket and soon the wings showed.

"So…it's true.”

The doctors and nurses looked to the side toward their eyes were meeting the ground some how.

"We have to kill her," the king said.

"WHAT!? NO! She's our child! We can't!" The queen said, yelling now.

"We can't spare her life! Remember the prophecy!"

The queen shut up, looked over to a piece of ground also and then muttered," Y-yes…I…I remember."

"Good, so if we kill her now the prophecy can't be fulfilled."

The queen didn't speak anymore and only sobbed into her knees.

"Sire, what shall we do with her?" Asked the doctor.

"Put her in the woods, we can leave a note. See if a creature finds her, maybe he or she will raise it and away from our lands.

"Y-you mean you are sparing her life!?" the queen asked.

"Not really," the king muttered, "At this time in the morning, dangerous creatures are out hunting. She might be eaten. But, if YOU'RE lucky enough, the elves or fairies will find her."

"Thank you, thank you!" the queen said, keeping her hopes up because she knew many good creatures in the forest and knew that at least one will notice her child and save it.

The king sighed; he was mostly doing this for his wife. He loved her and hated to see her upset face.

"Get knights ready to send her off," the king said, handing the baby to her wife for a little longer and walked out of the cathedral to shed tears.