9/25/2022 A Letter

GENERAL POV

-Edge of the Universe -

A hand reaches through the edge as screams of countless extinct civilizations sound out. Nearby planets are destroyed by the sheer force. A few seconds later, 5 golden portals appear as 5 figures walk through. The hand pauses before it continues, and the 5 people appear before the hand. A man within the group of 5 creates a hammer the size of Jupiter and swings down on the hand. Another man forces the hand into a balled state and throws it towards the gargantuan hammer.

A woman within the group points both of her hands at the balled up hand and shoots an orange beam towards the balled up hand. Suddenly, a giant door made up of terrified faces appears. It opens quickly as the beam enters. Another door appears and opens as the orange beam flies past the woman and strikes the man with the hammer. He gets knocked a few light years away. The beam narrowly misses his head and tears his arm off.

"BRALVOCH!!!" A yell echoes from the woman throughout space. Don't ask how. The hand seemingly laughs but is interrupted from the millions of blue javelins speeding to it. It tries to evade but can't due to the balled up state. It decided to just open a door but was suddenly hit from behind by the other 2 of the group. It flies into the side of the door, bouncing off and flying into the hoard of magical javelins.

A few seconds later, a soul piercing scream is heard as the hand is turned into the mother of all porcupines. Then, once again, 4 golden portals appear as one is opened a few lightyears away, and all of them disappear.

LAW "CAESAR" HOWLER POV

Anger. That's what I see a lot of. The capital is in turmoil. The citizens are rioting and calling the King a Tyrant. Word got out of the atrocities being committed in Vugon. There are Vugonese being treated horribly. They aren't taking any prisoners of war, which violates one of their Humanitarian Treaties made back during the Continental Wars. I personally can't care. They are miles away from me, and I have my own problems to worry about. One of many is Glare. I haven't seen him since we first met.

"MURDERER!" A random guy yells as he throws a rock towards the manor I was in. I had to take a secret exit so I wouldn't have been beaten to death for associating with the Plautilla family. They killed a guard a few days ago. They nearly tore his damn skin off and left him a bloody and mangled mess. I was also occasionally checking to see if anyone was following me.

There were a few, but I managed to shake them. Thankfully, I had some protection in the form of a dagger. I trained a bit so I could effectively use it, but the average soldier could probably kill me with some difficulty. However, the average civilian couldn't even get close to killing me. That's if there isn't a group after me. If there is, I'll most likely be dead. That's why I am working on a gunpowder like substance. I intend to keep it only for my use. I don't want to worry about getting shot.

"Halt!" A voice rings out in front of me as I look up. It is a Royal Guard. The personal guards of the King. They are highly trained in swords and could most likely take out entire groups of enemies alone. They are definitely people I want on my side. However, that means I would need the King on my side, and with the war against the Vugon, the 4 Noble houses are not happy. Well, only 2 are. That being Albellon and Rainhead. Rainhead is angry because the Patriarchs 2nd son lost his arm in the war and can't effectively ride his Dragon. Rainhead also lost a Dragonrider apparently. Albellon is unhappy because Tart is unhappy.

Tart is essentially one of the greatest Dragon riders in all of history. His Dragon, Ardur the Silver Cleaver, can kill most beings in the world with little to no effort. However, Owayne Plautilla's Dragon Nazza is the 2nd largest dragon of all time. Second to the Slow Apocalypse.

Nazza is around half the size of the capital. It's rare to see Nazza flying, but you can hear his roars even when he is miles away. It's unknown how he has grown to such size, but most of the Royal Alchemists are studying him. In fact, I think the 2nd reason they want me and the Plautilla Alchemist to finish our research is to get Nazza's offspring and make more of the large Dragons. Anyways, enough of my monologuing. I have to get this letter to Owayne.

"State your name and purpose for being here?" The guard says, staring at me with caution and a bit anxiousness. Obviously, I'm hoping not to end up like the previous guard.

"My name is Caesar, I've come to inspect the flowers." I say using the code words I've been taught by the Plautilla Alchemist. The Guard looks me up and down as he nods and lets me through. As I walk past him, I notice the magnificence of the Royal Castle. I wonder what it would be like to be king...

TART "GREATEST SWORDSMAN OF ALL TIME" ALBELLON POV

Why did it come to this? Why did they have to do such a horrible thing? I had to kill so many Equiral soldiers... Even my father. No... they didn't do it. The King did it. Even after slaying the Slow Apocalypse and becoming King didn't satisfy him. He had to go and do this. Assassination attempt? He faked it. He... HE KILLED MY FATHER!

"ARDUR!" I call out. A second later, my Dragon comes down and stands in front of me. I stare at Ardur with a bit of pity. He had to kill those men for something I had to do...Thankfully, I didn't have to kill them all. Out of the 50,000 men sent here, around 7,000 have been killed by battle, leaving 43,000 left. Including my recent mutiny, around 13,000 died, and my brother Alexios, along with his dragon. Leaving me with 30,000 men. Out of the other 12 Dragonriders left here, all of the Albellon and Rainhead Dragonriders joined me and the other 3 Dragonriders chose to fight us.

30,000 men and 14 Dragonriders against a hundred dragons and hundreds of thousands of Equiral soldiers and the Hegemony of Man? I need allies.

"I'll make this up to you, Ardur... I promise." I say, petting his nose. I'll kill the entire Plautilla family and free all of the Dragons. They were forced into this...

"Let's go, Ardur." I say as I climb onto his back and fly towards the Kingdom of Badab. Once I gain their allegiance, I will march on the capital and kill the Plautilla family. I'm the hero in this story, and Owayne is the villain...

"I AM THE HERO!!"

OWAYNE "HERO OF THE KNOWN WORLD" PLAUTILLA

I wish the Noble Houses would be content with what they have. The Albellons and Rainheads plotting their take over with Ardur. That kid thinks he is some sort of Hero out of a kids' book. If my estimates are right, he should be on his way here within a few years with an army. Why did this war even have to happen again?

Suddenly, a knock was head at my door.

"Come in." I said looking up the reports on my desk. They were mostly about the war and general reports about finances. It truly saddens me about what is going on in Vugon, however it is necessary.

"I have a letter for you my lord." He says and and place the letter on my desk. I examine it and notice a tiny dot on the Plautilla crest. So, its from the alchemist? Better have done what I asked. I look back and see Seesir still there.

"Is there anything else Seesir?" I say.

"No my lord, and my name isn't Seesir. It's Caesar." He says, bowing respectfully.

"Then why are you still here?" I said while tapping my desk with my finger. I'm king of a Nation for Lero's sake. Caesar then nods and leaves. Once I am sure he leaves, I open the letter and read it.

'The experiment has been a success. Nazza has bore 14 eggs. 2 died due to reasons we did not know at first, but have come to realize the eggs need to be placed near heat to sustain itself. We theorize if placed near greater sources of heat, the Dragons will come out stronger and larger. In order to test this theory, we require extremely flammable materials in constant supply. Finally, the D.E.E.S project is a resounding success. The test subjects have shown signs of increased strength, increased reaction speed, far better eyesight than a normal human, and skin that even steel can't penetrate. Although they haven't shown signs of fire breathing or wings, we believe if given a few more months we can produce a human-dragon hybrid.

Signed - Lars Hynderson'

I tore the letter apart with a smile on my face. Finally, we wont be dependent on dragons. Soon the Noble Houses dragon number will be irrelevant. Hopefully Henry will forgive me for what I will do.

HAIKO "THE FIRST" HARATH

It's difficult to be living in a world where someone can betray you at any moment. I have to keep on moving and never keep attachments with people. For all I know they could be apart of that little cult Glare leads. They keep on finding me though. There may be someone following me.

"The person following me will reveal themselves..." I mutter as someone steps out from behind me.

"The person behind me will identify themselves..." I mutter once more as the person behind me speaks up. I then turn around and look him up and down. He is wearing a brow robe with a insignia of a snake coiled around a staff. Definitely Glares man.

"I am Bob Yatters the leader of the 3rd Deon Research Department. I hope you know what's good for you and come with me. I don't want to kill you." Bob says as he pulls out a arming sword.

"My sword will cut through the next sword it hits." I mutter as I draw my sword and walk towards Bob. Bob looks saddened as he then walks towards me. I prepare to swing my sword overhead as Bob readies to parry it. As my sword swings I suddenly gain momentum in my swing and a blue light radiates off of my sword as it cuts through Bobs.

"H-" Bob is interrupted as my sword slash cuts him neatly down the middle and gets stuck in the ground. I nearly fall as I regain my footing and take a breather for a minute and then retrieve my sword. I stare at the blood for a few seconds before I wipe it off on Bobs body, or half a body.

𝘊𝘭𝘢𝘱 𝘊𝘭𝘢𝘱 𝘊𝘭𝘢𝘱

"Well done! I figured you had magic. I guess its not really magic, but for simplicities sake, I'm gonna call it magic." A voice comes from behind me as I turn around, my sword prepared as I look at the man. He is wearing an all black robe with a hood over his head.

"The person i-" I am interrupted as a arrow lands infront of me. I look at where it came from and see 3 people with bows, aiming at me.

"Wouldn't do that weird Fate/Destiny shit you do. If you do that, a certain little someone could end up dead." The man with the robe looks up at me and smirks. How does he know about my ability? Who is he?

"Who are you and what do you want?" I glare at him as he chuckles before walking closer as I point my sword at him. If I move fast enough I could probably evade the arrows.

"I'm Torn." He bows. "It's a honor to meet a revered Exori. Although, I wonder what you're doing here." His eyes narrow as he walks closer. "You're not supposed to be here. Hell, you shouldn't even know this place exists."

I don't respond and only take a step back a bit as I look around, looking for a way to escape. If he knows who I am, he might be one of them. I can't allow a fight with him here. If I fight they will know I am here. The will eventually know, but I need more time.

"Just let me do my mission and then I'll leave." I say staring at the so called Torn. Doubt that's his real name. Torn looks at me for a few seconds before he smirks.

"No, fire."

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It's been a hot minute. Forgot about this for a while. There is a lot I wanna do with this story but I doubt I'll get to it. Also, tell me a few things I need to improve on.

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