I just wanted to share some of my stories with you guys. Maybe you like it maybe you don't. Maybe the artists decide they want to draw some of my characters that'd be cool. What I would love though is that if you can just leave so ideas on how I could make it better
"Grandpa, will you tell us a story please?" Lyra, a young girl of ten, asked sweetly. She had long cascading brown hair and soft sea green eyes, "One with princes, and princesses, and a happy ending, oh grandpa please?" the petite girl’s large eyes formed a shape similar to that of a small pup's. She sat on her small bed wrapped up in her blue blanket that was covered in silver stars, the bed covered in stuffed animals in all shades of pinks and purples. Around her neck was a chain of gold and on it was a silver rose pendant. Lyra sat happily on her bed waiting for her grandfather’s answer. “Oh can it be a love story Grandpa? Pretty please?”
A young voice, not quite a man’s but no longer a child’s either, interjected. "No way! I don't want to hear some stupid love story, how about one with dragons, and monsters?" Xander, Lyra's older brother, asked. Xander wasn’t much older being only thirteen. He had short curly brown hair and harsh lavender eyes. His face was rough and angular like a warriors and his body wide and thick like that of a wall. He lay in bed very casually, with one leg straight out and the other bent some. His back was propped up against the head board and his blankets and sheets in a state of relative chaos. Around his neck was an exact replica of his sister’s necklace.
"Hmmm," the old man mused on the idea for several minutes swaying back and forth in his cedar rocking chair debating what story he would tell the children. The old man was in the latter half of his first century of life. He had silver curly hair, a rugged beard, and soft lavender eyes. "Okay, tonight, my children,I'll tell you my favorite story. A story of heroes and villains, of dragons and other fantastic and wondrous beasts,” Xander perked up, his face a sun shining brilliance into the room. “A story of warriors and magicians, and.” He paused dramatically, Xander and Lyra sitting on the edge of their beds, their bodies tensed in anticipation.“Of friendships and of love." Xander face instantly turned to disgust when his grandfather spoke of love, while Lyra squealed with delight."But first!” He said drawing a gasp from Lyra. “A history lesson." He laughed as Lyra crossed her arms, inhaled deeply, and puffed up her cheeks. Xander began to laugh with his grandpa while Lyra held her breath until her cheeks began to turn a rosy red. Finally she exhaled and looked her grandpa.
"Aww grandpa do we have to, I hate history" She said with a playful anger. Xander happily sat up eager to talk about his favorite subject.
"Let’s start with our creation shall we?” Their grandfather asked softly.
"We were created by the dragon god Volven. He wanted companions for his children." Xander answered excitedly.
"Yes, when Volven first created the sun and breathed life into this world he created dragons in his own image to populate the world. At first the dragons were content, spending their time lying about all day not a care in the world. However they soon yearned for adventure and excitement in their lives and so Volven than created humans to be the first companions to the dragons.” You were close Xander, but never forget it was the dragon’s desire for companions and adventure that created humans. Remember their history is as much yours as it is theirs.” Their grandfather softly reminded them “Now what happened next?”
“Then the other gods wanted to create their own races. Jugo created the mythical Föir, Eruthal gave birth to the graceful Elves, and Marak who crafted the stout and sturdy Dwarves.” Xander said rather quickly. "Then, the Myrsian were created by the bird-goddess Harria." This time Xander answered with less excitement.
"Yes the Myrsians,” a sadness over took his face as he described the monstrous creatures. “They were dark, twisted, and insane beings. They stood almost eight feet tall. They had huge talons and claws, sharp beaks, and protruding from their back was what most could only define as the beginning of wings.” His voice shook whether from age or anger the old man couldn’t tell. “What about their culture?"
"Their culture was corrupt and evil. They believed that only the strong should survive and that all other races were inferior. They forced the other races to fight each other to the death. They put us to work as slaves to build their cities." Xander answered with even more sorrow.
"Yes for thousands of years the Myrsians had enslaved not only Humans, but Dwarves, Elves, and even the Föir, for yes they do exist.” Their grandpa gave a wink, rolling up his sleeve to show the two children his arm which was covered in red scales. Xander and Lyra stared in wonderment at the beautiful scales that were every shade and hue of red. “Now” He said fixing his sleeve. “If we were enslaved than tell me how are we free now?”
This time Lyra answered, "We were freed after thousands of years of enslavement." Lyra began to enjoy the lesson this was after all her favorite part. "A gallant and courageous fighter seized an opportunity and escaped his captors. He was on the run for some time before he found something magnificent.” Lyra paused for a moment to catch her breath.
"The beast turned out to be one of the last dragons. The dragon glad to finally be free agreed to help Michael free the races that had been held captive. Michael and Hiro found the strength to rally the fighters in the arena and rebel against the Myrsian's." Xander finished the story.
"And then we headed west eventually founding the Raeos, but at the end of the day we were still fighters." Grandpa had a solemn look on his face. “For a long time we fought constantly in tribal wars that seemed to stretch on for millennia.”
"Until Xán and Roxas appeared." Lyra chimed in with her angelic voice.
"Yes, my child, yes until Xán and Roxas appeared. Xán was a master shadow mage and Roxas a master water mage." Alongside them was Pira the Mistress of Flames and the first human to use magic, Terra was a large and burly man, not always the smartest, but he was the most loyal man you’d ever meet, and young and beautiful she was a Daughter of the Winds." The aged gentleman paused for a few moments contemplating where to continue. "The five warriors sought to end the fighting and to unite the western world under one banner. They fought tribe after tribe, city after city, until they finally united the human race under a single banner."
"Then the Myrsian's invaded." Xander's interjection was cold and calculated. "They attacked unannounced and gave the humans reason to fear enslavement. The humans began to seek the help of the other races all for eventually uniting under the dragon banner that the warriors carried. In the end the Myrsian's were repealed and the four brother races wrote The Silver Dragon Treaty."
"Ahhh so you did read the book I gave you." Grandfather smiled and continued the story "Yes the four brother races; Humans, Elves, Dwarves, and the Föir. After the treaty was signed the western world was divided into four countries. Can you tell me their names?"
"There is Draco which is of course home to us Humans, the Elven kingdom of Mysteria, the Dwarven homeland of Drevege, and the Föir coastal empire of Tyior." Lyra excelled at geography, she always dreamed of traveling the world.
"Good, good, darling." Grandpa smiled at Lyra. "And that leads us to tonight's story, hundreds of years after the founding of Raeos a woman gave birth to twins. This is the second time in our history that this had happened so the woman named them after the twins of legend." he paused to catch his breath. “The woman died soon after leaving the boys orphaned until they were adopted by a lord.”
"Grandpa, can we just get to the story already." Xander begged hoping now that it would get interesting.
"Be patient Xander. Now where was I, Ah yes the twins both became great warriors and magicians in time. At the age of ten they, along with a son of a peasant, the daughter of the lord who had adopted them, and the daughter of the King of Draco. They five of them all caused an unheard of event. The five of them accidentally caused the birth of five dragons. The dragons were the first to be born in over five thousand years, but our story starts nine years later with a young boy running down a dark alley. It was littered with trash and stank of...”
