Fate

Dan POV:

Fatum!

Fate is a four letter word in English language. It has more than seven billion meanings and diversions. Most of them are religious, social, political, scientific or economical. They are accepted by us and defined by us. Indeed it is extremely sorrowful to know that it is never meant for us. Of us, it never bothers to add that tag to it. Even The modern society does fulfil that purpose. But the human society is a huge navy blue ship which actually stays up with its ethics.

I will go down with this ship. It doesn't matter whether there is hope or not. I don't care. I will continue to love and trust people of this cruel world that doesn't acknowledge my existence. So, don't you think I will host up a white flag above my door. I won't surrender. I won't give up the baton of life. I will become the burning sun that brings in the new day and ends this infinitely long red moon night.

This sword that I yield today is my vengeance against all that pain I have been through past the twenty two years of my life. As a yielder of the blood stained royal sword, I will hold onto this promise that I made to myself when I was three years old. That little oval shaped faced cry baby with dark brown curls who wiped his tears in the empty yellow walled room where no one could reach his silence. I wish someday someone will reach down to that silence and fill it with nothing but sincere lovable laughter.

The curse mark seals the fate of the yielder, protector and guardian of the legendary dragons. The legendary dragons have created the world with the queen bee. That sprouted a bee hive at this time is known as the world of mystic dragons-The Mist. In the middle of war thousand years ago, we-the yielders stood along each other side as comrades fighting to save this world. I am a man, helpless indeed.

Well let me rephrase it. I am underestimated man within this royal family .They think that I am weak and not good enough to match up with them. Today, I came to protect the Kingdom. The people of the royal family that was once ready to assassinate me are now adoring me because I am the potential heir to the throne. I think they assume me to be dumb and also, a good puppet to roll out their fortune dice . My crime was that I wanted peace not war. I told him that I was feeling bad about my visit to my parents that day. He forced me to go and have some fun. I was worried about his wife who was pregnant. He was my bodyguard. I told him to take care. He looked fine. I left his house. I walked down the streets all alone. The night was getting even darker. I had a craze about dragons from my birth. I always been charmed by the legend of mystic dragon. I wish I could meet one. I could become a researcher of mystic dragons. My kingdom will appreciate me for my work.

It was raining that day. The grey dull clouds were lamenting too hard. The green grass was dancing like a ballet dancer when the water touched its surface. I live over the palace situated on the cliff. Yes, I am a prince but here we are called yielders. We yield swords to tame dragons .Correction, we yield this sword to slay them too. Currently, I am working on a research paper on mystic dragons. It is about a thousand years old legend. It is more like a ritual.

The ritual says that the mystic dragons took human form to live into this world of dragons. I spell casted by the half dragon and half human .She was the queen -the legendary one. Just like phoenix, they die and were born out of their own ash. Every time they are born, they are destined to find their mate in their lifetime. Failure to find their destined one leads to their permanent death. They are doomed to be dragons for a lifetime and be slayed by the yielders. If it is a dragon, we -the yielders are in for a kill. Right now, I am on the streets. The bricks laid on the street look all sandy coloured to me. The dust blew in.

The smell of ciggatteres, beer and drunkards haul the dark parts of the city at this time of night. It is way past midnight. I stopped to look at my palace .There are still few miles to go. I am lucky that I brought a stallion with me. Water is dripping off my curly hair. My hazel eyes suddenly spots a sparkle in the air. I climbed off my stallion. I see the sparkle again. The sparkle vanished into the woods. I follow it like explorers follow Polaris. I walk near to the sparkling mirror kept aside a dynamic huge tree. In the woods, there are no dragons anymore. Once, they were the rulers of this kingdom. Now, it's we- the yielders who rule it and it is called 'The Doumore Kingdom.'

I touched the sparkling mirror. The foggy atmosphere seems a bit horrific. The darkness is all I see. There is silence in the breeze even the sound of water falling off the skies is audible. I gulped. I could feel a lump in my throat .Suddenly, I smell blood. Everything blur out uncertainly. I feel the suction pressure .I see my hand is being sucked in.

The mirror is sucking me into it. I tried to pull myself out but failed to do so. I see white coloured walled building. I walk inside it. I see a forty old wrinkled man crying. I overheard him that his daughter has attempted suicide. I saw the sparkle again in the heavens. I follow it. I sneak into the room. The man left an hour ago. I was all wet. I saw a lady laid on a bed with an oxygen mask over her mouth. Suddenly, I touched her hand. Her beautiful red hair kept its place on the pillow. There was a bandage on her wrist. I felt her pain. I felt a burning sensation when I touched her.

The burning sensation on my left arm grew. I tried to groan but somehow suppressed it. No one heard me. I saw a mark like a tattoo appear on my wrist. It is that of a dragon. I thought to myself that no wonder she is a mystic being. She is a mystic dragon. The mystic dragons marks or claims its mate. I am in great trouble right now. Afraid as I was, I ran out of the room. I hid myself behind the walls. I walked out of the hospital. It was not raining here. The place was not my kingdom. There were trees in the nearby woods. I rushed into the woods.

I smelled the fresh mud. There was a sparkle in the air. I stumbled upon a rock. My run was an awkward move. I fell into the sparkle. I was transported back to my kingdom as I heard my stallion's voice. He neighs. No time has passed in here as I felt .There was a golden edged mirror with an emblem of four dragons-earth, fire, water and air. I took it for a careful examination back with me in the palace, that night. Now, I know about a real mystic dragon. I will slay it and show the world what a great yielder I am. My resolution was a bit shaking move .

But Can I kill my own soulmate? Can I?