Auntyr's Tale- P1- Chapter 1

Part 1- Unfortunate Events

    It was an early afternoon and the Matora clan, a side branch of the black dragon race, were as active as ever. Many of them were flying in and out of the town as numerous amounts of children played in groups of different areas. It was about a few generations before the Year of the Dragon. According to tradition, the black dragons were in charge of the responsibility of the opening ceremony when the day and time came. Yet, this was a special time since the birth of the new purple dragon was to come. It was said that the dragon could learn more abilities that no other could. Yet, though this was generations to come, this was not the reason of the massive activity. A certain celebration was about to happen in the town at sundown.
    In the middle of the town was a statue of two dragons, sitting side by side staring happily and boldly to the direction of the northern star. To all the clans of the black dragon race, the statue was the symbol of their existence and honor. The dragon on the left was a black dragon and the one on the right was a white dragoness. At the base of the statue was a plaque engraved in bold font:

                                             R.I.P.
IN REMEMBERANCE TO THE ONES THAT GAVE OUR ENLIGHTENMENT.
                               AUNTYR            MYRNA

    The story of the one that had brought enlightenment and restored the black dragons was always enjoyed by many hatchlings and some adults. With the help of his mate, the expansion and rebuilding of the clans had been successful. Auntyr, the surviving heir to the masacre of the leading branch, the Xenteroph clan. And, lucky for them, Navaro, the current Chronicler at the time, was there to retell it.
    As the hatchlings gathered around him, he looked at them all boldly, scanning them with his trained, lavender eyes.
    "So, you would like to hear about his tale," he asked them. They all nodded their heads as they sat gathering around him in front of the statue. He gathered a small pile of wood with his telekinetic abilities and muttered, "ixen," and the wood lit up with a small fire and a mystic, unnatural smoke. With it, Navaro used his mind to have the smoke resemble the face of Auntyr, only at a much younger age.
    Intrigued by the way he'd tell the story, the children sat eagerly and listened to what he had to say. Using smoke to draw up images and telling the story was always interesting to the kids as they love to see all kinds of images.
    "This is a story of honor, grief, vengeance, trust, and redemption. It is also a tale of the black dragons still existing. This is the story of Auntyr . . ."


    Our story begins in a place not far from here in the Celestial region, the birthplace of Auntyr and location of the Xenteroph clan. This is all about 6 generations ago. His parents, Saphira and Keitan, were the leaders at the time. Saphira, with her sapphire eyes, was given the honor to be the heiress of the clan. But many saw it to be inevitable. Her wisdom and knowledge of everything known possible made her the wisest dragoness. Keitan was not only the heir of the entire race of black dragons, but was the strongest dragon known in the entire realm. Yet, with the power he had, he never let his power, pride, and status take the best of him. This not only made him strong physically, but also mentally. They were the only kind of dragons whos' genes crafted Auntyr to how he was.
    During the time, the Dragon Realm was at war with the dark dragons. How the war had erupted was unknown except the fact that Convexity had strangely opened itself releasing the dark dragons and the most notorious dragon known in history, Xavier. Almost all dragons in the world trained and learned to fight for the Dragon Realm ever since the incident.
    Auntyr was only a young hatchling who didn't know much about the war nor anything about it. He sat on the steps of the courtyard of the temple with his mother as he watched his older brother sparring with his father. He looked up to Zachoriah as a brother, friend, and protectorate. He wishes that one day he'd be as strong as him.

    Zachoriah swung his tail at Keitan, but dodged it without any complications and countered him by swinging his head. A hit from it, he knew, would cause major injury. He ducked in time and lunged foreward with his head ready to bash into Keitan. Only inches close, yet his father, being a much superior fighter, easily turned the headbutt against him by flinging a paw upward, as if he was doing an uppercut.
    Surprised, Zachoriah flew upward, flipped, and impacted the ground with a thud, belly first. "Darn it," he said through clenched teeth enduring the additional pain recieved with others during the sparring session.
    "That will be enough for today, you showed me more improvement than I had anticipated," Keitan said pleased.
    He tried his best to stand before replying, "thank you, father." He then bowed respectfully to his father and master. Keitan smiled broadly, proud of his oldest son and trusting that he'd protect his younger brother from harm's way as he was the next heir to lead the dragons. Zachoriah, though he wasn't the chosen heir, felt honored to at least take part in the Royal Family.
    Auntyr was delighted to watch the two sparr. It had given him a huge sensation to want to be strong and brave as his brother and father. Yet, he was still too young to learn to fight or use any magic.
    "Be patient, young one, your time will come," Saphira said nudging her nose against him to calm him down. "But for now, watch and learn." She licked him on the cheek like any other mother would to a child.
    Delighted and eager, he pranced off happily to meet with his friends. Keitan sat next to his lover, watching Auntyr run off. He grunted satisfactory with the younger son.
    "He'll be an excellent leader. He recieved his wisdom and learning side from you. Even your eyes."
    Saphira laughed.
    "And from you his courage and eagerness."
    Zachoriah grinned. His younger brother's nature had always intrigued him. Though he did tend to get into trouble at times, he always dragged him out. Yet, he was always happy for him. Even though he wasn't the rightful heir, he didn't care for it; all he cared about was the protection of Auntyr. He could remember the promise that he made back when he was just a newborn.
    "I vow," he said to himself, "I'll always protect you. I won't allow any harm to you."

    Not far from the village, a Empyrean captain hid behind the bushes quietly and stared down at a dragon in the courtyard with his malevolent, red eyes.
    The "target" that he was supposed to hit was a dragon named, Zachoriah. According to what he was told, this 'Zachoriah' could ruin the entire reputation and loyalty of the black dragons to the Dragon Council. He had the perfect idea on how to do just that.
    Reaching into his bag, the strange creature pulled out a black orb, no bigger than his fist. He closed his eyes and concentrated his thoughts on it. The orb then showed an image of a dark dragon with sinister green eyes. The black body added to it giving it a devilish look.
    Then, he opened his eyes and stared at the evil eyes and felt his mind enter the creature's. He began to speak with his mind telekinetically.
    "Master, I have located the target and await your further wills."
    The dragon in the orb grinned evily.
    "Very good, Genesis. Your loyalty to me will not go by unrewarded."
    Genesis bowed towards his master.
    "Now, you shall wait until nightfall, when the Celestial Moon rises high, execute your task and turn Zachoriah against them. Make sure that everyone is killed. Once you have done so, bring Zachoriah to me. He will make a perfect dark dragon for my army . . ."
    "As you wish, Master."
    The dark dragon laughed evilly as the connection broke. Genesis then sat patiently, waiting for his moment to strike.