AN:

This is my story that I have told you guys all about! I have finally re-done the prologue and the story itself. Though it is still being written I will post all the chapters I do on here! Hope you like it! R & R!

the-moons-shadow

Tale of a Dragon’s War: Retold
‘Not Every Story is Told Only Once’

: PROLOGUE :

Turning off the lights, Amiria laid down on her bed that cushioned her wiry build and gave her a feeling of safety and peace. As she laid her head down on her soft feathered pillow, she felt the rays from the moonlight illuminate her face. She closed her eyes and images from the day’s events flashed through her mind.

Soon sleep enveloped her in its peaceful blanket. As she drifted off to sleep, she could taste the bittersweet aroma of the lilies that rested on her bedside table, and could hear her brother’s loud snoring from the other room. As her mind turned off for the night; her dream took its place…

Amiria started with fear at a massive castle as black as the night it stood under, if not darker. But what caught her attention the most was that as the image focused she noticed that the castle was hovering in mid-air. A black mist was slowly turning around the castle’s bottom, well where it should have been. As she observed the castle with wonder, she heard something behind her. Something that sounded like the flap of wings as the air beat against the membrane appendage.

Turning fully around to see what the cause for such noises was, her eyes grew wide as she began to panic. What she spotted was a large, sickly looking dragon, which was as black as the castle. His face was thin and long and large teeth stuck out of his jaw, as white as the three sets of rams horns jetting from his head. His fingers were long and thin, with thin narrow claws that could dig deep. He swung his face towards her, and she could better see the bone face plate that covered most of his head, cracks on the plate showing the tales of many battles. He had a red streak under each eye that ran to the base of his jaw. It looked as if he was crying blood. His eyes were as red as blood and she could see a gleam of hatred and deceit mingling with his already narrow eyes.

He was heading straight for her! Her natural instinct was to close her eyes and wait to be impaled by the beast that flew at her, but as the minutes flew by she felt nothing. Opening her eyes with caution, she 

noticed he had flown right through her as if she was but the wind. It was like she could see him but he couldn’t see her, but then realization struck Amiria’s mind.

This is a dream. And what seems to be a dream of past events. But why would I dream of this; and why now?

She followed the black dragon with her gaze, watching as he circled around the castle once then turned sharply in a downward motion, disappearing within the black mist. It was then that she knew that her and the black dragon were not the only ones in the sky. From the direction the black dragon had come, two pure white dragons that seemed to shine even in the night, flew with great speed towards the floating castle. They were still a distance away, but Amiria could still hear their conversation with ease.

“He must be destroyed, Gwincala. He is a threat to Garva’s creation!” said a deep male voice that seemed to echo with power.

The dragon named Gwincala twisted her regal head to look at the other dragon.

“Fear not Valkeron. You know that we are here to stop him. Keep faith in our creator. He shall not lead us astray.” She spoke with what seemed like reassurance and a sense of duty as if it was up to her to stop him, and her alone.

They were upon Amiria, and, as they passed through her invisible figure, she shuttered. Even if she couldn’t feel it, it still gave her the creeps. She turned back towards the castle, apprehension building as she observed the two dragons, wondering what they were going to do and how the other one would respond. The male dragon flew ahead of the female and called out to the darkness that seemed to loom over the castle.

“Show yourself, Sharahk! You know that without your mate you are finished! You cannot escape us!”

Amiria could see that Gwincala was searching the darkness fervently but then she stopped and with a quick jerk of the head in Valkeron’s direction she yelled, “Valkeron, look out!”

Valkeron turned his head to see his mate’s eyes wide with fear spreading within their silver orbs. He followed her gaze and spotted Sharahk coming at him with an evil smirk playing on his face. His lips curled back as his long teeth were shown even more. His eyes were gleaming with a sick satisfaction, as he closed in on his prey. Valkeron knew he would not be able to dodge in time, he was already too close. 

His eyes grew wide as he tried to beat his wings faster to at least make the blow less then fatal but not far off.

Gwincala, already flying towards them, spread her wings to the furthest they could go and gave one finally beat of air to make it in time just milliseconds before Sharahk was going to clamp down on his target with his saliva dripping teeth. And just like that, they were gone. Sharahk hovered there in mid air, coming to a grueling halt, as his neck outstretched in the motion, and his eyes grew wide at the sight he had witnessed. He hovered there for a few more minutes, his wings flapping ever so often to keep him afloat. He whipped his head back and forth, spinning as he did so. He was just as confused as Amiria was. Then Sharahk lowered his head, his snake like neck coiling back as he did so, and his eyes seemed to grow darker. Never had Amiria seen a thing go from such untold shock to untold rage.

He whipped his head down and snapped it up, his mouth wide as a cry that was so fearsome, so raged in its call that Amiria couldn’t take it. She could feel the rage. She covered her ears and closed her eyes tightly, trying to block out the sound that sent chills down her spine. After his long and painfully loud cry he looked up at the sky as he snarled, saliva oozing from his mouth as well as…blood, “You will pay for this!”

Amiria saw Sharahk whip his head in her direction, looking straight at her, a sickening look on as his face, as his lips curled into a sadistic gleam of satisfaction. His eyes narrowed in a fearful way, his streaked tattoos glowing red, “Amiria.” Her eyes grew with fear but she could not dwell on it for the scene changed too quickly.

It was of the two dragons, Gwincala and Valkeron, again. They were on top of a flat roofed black tower. Amiria was gently flown down by unseen winds towards the rooftop. She delicately landed on her feet, and, as she looked up at them, she noticed that Gwincala was looking straight at her, as if she could see her, but she quickly looked at Valkeron.

“It must be done. There is no other way to stop him. His hate feeds his strength, making him still too strong. Killing his mate has not been enough to weaken him. His true strength lies in his hatred and rage of others. Never will his strength die as long as he still harbors such things.”

Valkeron, who was observing the dark sky with a far off look, turned, his tail almost hitting Amiria in the motion. He looked as if he was going to say something, but Gwincala closed her eyes and shook her head silently, telling him not to.

“It must be done,” she spoke with finalization as she looked back at Valkeron. “Watch over our egg. She will hold the final piece to the key of the future. She will bind the others powers together, and she will instill in you, the courage to live on even in the misted of chaos. Take this as well.”

Gwincala sat back on her haunches and lifted a clawed hand to her forehead and gently pulled out one of the three silver and gold liquid crystals that were embedded there. Her eyes dimmed a bit; as if she had lost some of her luster. She handed Valkeron the jewel and he took it from her gently, looking at her with dread and a broken heart.

“That is all of my power that I possess. You know what must be done with it. The battle I go to, I will not return from, but you know this. May Garva bless you and my daughter, Atheninia.”

Amiria grew very saddened as she watched the two dragons intertwine their necks and rub their heads together as a sign of affection. Amiria got a gut wrenching feeling in her stomach as Gwincala outstretched her beautiful clear wings that had a touch of silver and gold in the darkened sky. With a mighty roar she leapt off the roof and folded her wings into her body, causing her to fall down towards the ground like a bullet. Before she hit the ground she pulled up and allowed her wings to outstretch stopping her decent downwards and instead she flew higher into the sky.

The last thing Amiria saw from this scene was a male dragon lying on the roof, his eyes closed, as a soft painful cry echoed from his jaws. She looked away from the sight, it was too much for her. For who can stop the heart from breaking? She blinked and a new scene was depicted, she was staring at Sharahk and he was heading in the direction he was, earlier, running from. He looked focused on something that was behind Amiria. She turned to see Gwincala heading straight for Sharahk.

“You shall die!” he bellowed.

Gwincala seemed unfazed, she closed her eyes for a split second. When she opened them, Amiria noticed something amazing and wondrous. The once dark night turned into a bright clear day. Not expecting 

this, Sharahk screamed and hissed at the brightness. He shielded his eyes with a clawed hand and thrashed his head around, trying to block the sun’s rays. He had stopped flying towards Gwincala, too focused on the bright light that seemed to bring him pain.

Amiria also shielded her eyes for a moment because of how brightly the sun shined. Once her eyes adjusted, she looked at Gwincala, who, was saying something in Draconian. Sharahk heard it as well and seemed to understand what she was saying for he stopped thrashing around and looked at Gwincala with narrowed eyes. “You wouldn’t dare you fool!! You will die,” he watched as she finished the last lines of the incantation and he roared, a look of hatred on his face, “No!”

Gwincala’s body transformed into a dragon made purely of light, her body sparkled in the sun’s rays. Amiria could just make out her shape, but she could clearly see her pure white eyes. She had clawed feet and hands outstretched towards Sharahk as she closed in on him.

Sharahk roared again and said the same chant in the Draconian language but his held malice and hate. Though the words were the same, the meaning seemed twisted...menacing. He transformed into a dragon of solely shadows and darkness, his body a splotch in a clear sky. He too outstretched his claws and in a split second the two had collided with one another. Amiria watched as, literally, light and dark clashed. They molded together and the pure light and the misty shadows burst in a ray of colors. The two lights seemed to be trying to dominate the other. Amiria saw as the shadows gained an advantage and just when she thought the light would be overcome; it burst forth with more blinding light, overcoming the darkness.

Amiria faintly heard a bellow of great despair and anguish as the shadow fell from the sky. She watched as the shadows turned into what Sharahk once was and she watched in horror as he fell, his body dissolving into the sky, and his lidless blood red eyes stared at her as he fell to his doom, though he was already dead. Soon all noise faded, and all else was lost and forgotten as the dimming light that was once a beautiful dragon fall, just as Sharahk had. She watched as Gwincala’s body transformed to her original self and watched as she faded into the light, her eyes staring straight up at the sky.

‘Dragons can’t cry’ she was told awhile ago. But here she was proved wrong, at least for a moment. For in the final moments of Gwincala’s dying body being dissolved she saw silver tears fall down her face, and a 

smile of the purest kind, on her face as her eyes closed and in an act of a final goodbye she whispered one word with such brokenness and despair…

Valkeron.

And so, Amiria wept. She knew not why for all she could feel was overwhelming emotions working their way to the surface in the form of tears. As she collapsed to her knees, she felt a hand gently touch her shoulder. In that moment Amiria felt no sadness, no anger, and no fear. She looked up to see a tall woman with hair the color of the cleanest snow, but it had a shimmer to in the light of the sun, that made her head sparkle like fresh dew on a summers morn.

Adorning her forehead were three silver and gold liquid tear drop crystals. Amiria was a bit startled when she gazed in the woman’s eyes. She had no pupil or iris! Just the white part of the eyeball. But even without the iris or the pupil, Amiria could still see the emotions that seemed to be expressed by the woman. Happiness and grief mingled together on her face. When she opened her mouth to speak, Amiria could hear her angelic voice speak to her, and it seemed to sooth her.

“Fear not young one. All it not lost. Sometimes things must be lost to be gained. Wake now from your dreams and live reality. We shall meet again.”

Amiria blinked and then looked at the woman’s disappearing figure as she walked away.

“Wait! What is your name?”

The woman turned briefly and had the faintest hint of a smile, “I am known as Gwincala, Amiria.”

Amiria thought for a moment then widened her eyes in realization. But by the time she had realized who the woman was. Gwincala had disappeared. A bright light flashed and Amiria felt she being called awake. All she could feel was floating in light and the faintest hint of a voice gently calling to her as water would a seaman.

Amiria. Amiria. Amiria!

The voice grew more urgent in its callings. Being interrupted from her blissful silence, she opened her eyes.

“Oh than goodness you’re awake!” cried a male voice in relief.

Amiria blinked and let her eyes adjust before turning her head to see her brother looking at her with relief hidden within his green orbs.

“What are you waking me up for?” Amiria asked, confused.

He stood from his kneeling position by her bed.

“I heard you crying.”

Amiria touched her face and felt the damp touch of tears. She looked back up at her brother.

“So I was.”

She pushed herself up and rested on her elbows.

“Anselm what time is it?”

Anselm looked at his sister with a sarcastic look, “Around six o’ clock in the morning,” then he muttered to himself as he walked out of the room, “This is so stupid.”

After he was gone, Amiria was once again alone and left to her thoughts. She sighed and looked out her window to see the sun just starting to rise.

And so begins another day.

- 500 years in the past –

A lament of Gwincala was being sung by the six dragons that knew her best. As the song was being sung its chorus could be heard for miles around. The sign for all to hear that a dragon had passed. Many had tears in their eyes, not even caring if they knew the dragon or not. The elves closed their eyes in silent mourning while the dwarves stopped all mining in respect to the dead dragon. The humans, oh how the humans wept, and as the last words were sung it began to rain. A little girl tugged at her mother’s sleeve, “What are they singing and why is it raining all of the sudden?”

The woman picked up her child. “They are singing because a High Dragon has passed, and so they sing to honor the dragon in the only way they can. It is said that dragon’s cannot weep, so the rain is known as a dragon’s un-shed tears. Lift your eyes to the sky my daughter. Do you feel their sadness? Do you feel them weeping?”

The girl observed the sky as the rain fell down her face and almost as if the sky had heard her mother, she heard a soft cry. The cry echoed through her ears and seventy years later, when she lay on her death bed, she could still hear the echo of mourning pass through her ears.

It is said that ever since the day Gwincala died, as it rains, some people can still hear the lament that was dedicated to her echoing softly in the rain’s chorus.