Rain tapped the windows of Castle Red, the palace of the human royalty. Long marks of water running down the stained glass were mixed with the lovely grey clouds that just outside of them. But that was the only sound inside the castle of Mankind... It seemed not even the mice that had scampered through the halls had become silent this day, and stayed in their homes. Or perhaps slept, to try to escape the news that had been bestowed upon the world. The only living souls in the kingdom, safe for slaves and maids, gathered in the central chamber, thrown room, in front of the two sovereign rulers of the Realm: Rocha Pirix, human king and descendant of Ergoth, and the dragon emperor Nal'Kel, current lord of the dragon lands, and grandson of the powerful dragon wizard Nol'Lok.
The news had hit the both of them just as hard. In front of the lords stood a single white-robed man with his hands crossed inside of the long sleeves that nearly touched the floor. His head was hung and masked by the hood over his head, but it was clear to those who hadn't even heard; the news he bore was nothing worth hearing.
"...So we are to die." Stated Rocha under his breath as he stood from his earthen thrown and stood in front of the man.
"... or hide once again."
"Will we be able to hide once again, Rocha?" Stated the towering red dragon as he arose from his seat beside the king, with his head lowered to the ground to commune with the king.
"Will we be able to hide from our destruction again...? The Caverns Will only be able to hold a couple hundred unless they are expanded-" Quickly, Rocha interrupted his draconic friend.
"Which we have not the ability to do. The Caverns are natural; we know not how they were put there nor do we know how to make more like them... Tampering with their construction could hold unfortold consequences..." Growling low in disagreement, Nal shook his scales and retorted:
"What would you have us do, Rocha? Abandon our people, and die to the Beast Kings will??" He uttered while trying to control the maelstrom of emotions that flowed through him.
"I refuse to sit idle, and allow my people to be slaughtered once more! Never again!"Understanding the words of the dragon, Rocha shook his head and turned towards the window, where the rain continued to tap on the window. Lost in contemplation, he was unable to hear the mumbled and groans of the noblemen around him. All of them considering their own fate, and the fate of their race.
"The Raynor would have the ability to dig greater tunnels into the earth-" Rocha stated. But before he was done Nal interjected once more.
"The Raynor have not been seen in five-hundred years... How do we know they are not already consumed by the Beasts wrath??" "My lords, the Prophecies have not fortold the destruction of our peopl-"Turning to the monk, the dragon twisted his scales and rose his head high off the ground and into the air of the thrown room, growling down to the monk: "What else will follow the rise of the Beast!? Only destruction will be left if we sit by and choose not to act!" He angrily roared down, his voice causing the stone in the room to tremble.
Holding up his arm to silence the dragon, the monk raised his head and allowed his hood to fall onto his back.
"The Prophecies fortell of a salvation..." The room fell silent as they listened to the words of the man, and all turned to face their lords, who stood in bewilderment in front of each other; trying to grasp the words that came from the monk.
"Salvation...?" Asked Rocha, breaking the silence of the room...
The Flameseeker Prophecies
Seven days had passed sense the yearly Moot, the meeting of both kingdoms of Dragons and Man. Shirah asked herself why she was where she was... inside the dungeons of Castle Red. Just two short days ago she had been out in the mountains south of the capital, hunting for a rouge dragon... but now she was here; locked in a dark and damp cage in the basement of the human symbol of greed and oppression. She had been stripped of her clothes, and left in only a set of tattered rags to barely cover between her legs. Her breast were exposed, not like she really cared, and from the moment she was dragged into the city she could feel the eyes of men burrowing holes into her...
With nothing left to do, while Shirah sat in the cell and waited for someone to arrive, she began to think about the possible reasons of why she was here...
Had the King outgrown his little assassin? Was she no longer in service of the king to kill rouge dragons? Had the Dragon Emperor wanted her dead for his fear of her? No... it was neither. She had done nothing wrong to her knowledge, yet the fools insisted on taking her from her camp in the dead of night, and throwing her into a cell inside.
Soon her thoughts were put to rest as, after two days of waiting, the royal guard marched into the dungeon, walking straight towards her cell. She smirked a little as she slowly stood up, to the best of her abilities, being chained to the wall, and streches herself a little.
"Well. If it isn't the asswipers..."Ignoring her words, and unlocking her sell, two of the four guards took hold of her arms and unlocked her from the wall and walked her out. Not speaking a word not uttering a phrase as they took her out of the dungeon...
