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by ChrisShick on Wed Sep 16, 2009 2:45 pm
âOno ethgri eka, GaliusâŠ,â the malicious words fell from the beingâs lips as it stood over a hunched image of what appeared to be that of a cloaked figure.
âP⊠p.. please.. my lord⊠I will⊠complete the jobâŠ. I promise!â the cloaked figure stuttered as the fear within its voice became apparent.
An appalling silence met the air between the two figures. It seemed as if there was a slight consideration on the beingâs part as to whether or not spare Galiusâs life. Tears feel from Galiusâs face as he bowed before the exposed being who wore nothing but cloth for his pants. Soon Galiusâs whispering words were drowned out by the many sobs that passed from his vocal chords. A look of iniquity became apparent upon the standing beingâs face as his lips parted, âEldrvarya dauth.â
Those words began the crucial and long death of the man before him. A black flame had consumed the manâs entire body as an agonizing scream filled the near-empty throne room. The man could do nothing as he tried to run roll around in his feeble attempts to put out the black fire. Soon the screams and movements ceased as the flames died down. Nothing but charred ashes remained of the once living man known as Galius. A slightly laughter filled the hallway as it was perceptible who it echoed from.
Nothing pleased the man more than to hear the excruciating screams and pleas from a victim of his repulsive powers. The squeals of his victims gave him an elevated feeling of satisfaction. He enjoyed the experimentations of the words that came so easy to him. He could have easily killed the man without speaking, yet he wanted his victim to hear the words that would result in its death. The words of truth it was called, yet its meanings held deceit for those who knew the trickery of the language.
That was a unique one, Killik. Although, I should say it would do no good within battle. It takes too long. Sarcasm was certainly full within the large dragonâs voice, within Killikâs mind, as it lifted itself up from its resting place around the throne.
You mock me, my friend. You know as I do that I would never use such an imbecilic spell. When we go out to battle, a spell of much quicker and stronger power shall be executed as it has been many times before. Killik thought it all within his mind for he knew the dragon would hear it.
A nod came from the head that protruded from the colossal dragonâs neck. Killik made his way across the room and with a single thrust of his legs from the ground, was sitting with the saddle that rested atop the dragon. Killbright, let us make haste to my daughters. You know what you must do to find them.
As the dragon sudden began running, he strapped his legs to the saddle. Killbright was making a bee-line toward an apparent rocky wall. Any unknowing man would have been stupefied at what happened next as the dragon ran straight through the wall with its rider and disappeared. They were now soaring through the open air with speed that was unmatched. It would appear as if darkness followed from the dragon itself as a black blur was left in its wake.
Within a matter of minutes Killbrights thoughts echoed within his head. Killik, they are just over the horizon. With the connection of knowing your daughtersâ true names I can make out a conversation between them and two others. WaitâŠ. They have stumbled upon another rider!
Killbright, get us there now! Killikâs thoughts yelled through the dragonâs mind as the dragon pushed itself forward.
Killbrightâs massive wings propelled the gargantuan body through the open air. The sound of the beat of his wings were nearly deafening to all below. Not but a few minutes passed and they were upon Nyx, Xbeau, Xandria, and three others unknown to them. Killbright did not land upon the ground, but rather held itself in the air above Killikâs daughters.
Killikâs eyes found rest upon the unknown rider and its dragon. He found a defense had been set up around the riderâs mind as well as its dragon. A malicious smirk crossed his face as he spoke toward the rider, âShur'tugal celöbra eka orono deyja.â
"Great minds do not think alike, they think unique!"
"Their sword will become our plow, and from the tears of war the daily bread of future generations will grow." -Adolf Hitler
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