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Memoirs of Dragora

By Arogard

Prologue

It was the 4th of Mystfall and Dragora, a young, lithe, strong-willed young draconian man, was relaxing under the sun that rarely showed during this part of the year in the market of his hometown, Aerinia. However he didn't realize that it would be on this beautiful day that he would start on an adventure that would have an impact on him and even the world itself.

Chapter 1: Setting out

"I really need something to day for a day as fine as this." Dragora thought to himself deep in thought of him leaving to go traveling. "Maybe I should try to convince Slypnir to come with me; he's a good alchemist" He said aloud accidently, getting up to go over to his Life-long friend, Slypnir's shop.

"He's probably hung up on practicing spell-making right now, but I guess you could try snapping him out of it." Zerion, another friend of Dragora, replied drowsily, waking up not to long ago.

"Alright, Alright, thats the Fourth time you've stretched in a row, Can we go before his shop closes?" Dragora said insistently to his lax friend.

"Okay, Im going, right here with you." Zerion said, snapping back to reality.

As they were walking across town to Slypnirs shop, they see a puff of dark smoke rise into the sky near where their friends shop was, and start running over to investigate it. As they close in, they notice it is indeed from his shop and it is on fire, with ice surrounding it, oddly.

"Confound it! It's impossible to make a stable scale model spell of that stature, I'm going to need to find a very open area." Slypnir shouted, annoyed at the site of his shop burning down...again.

"Did you attempt to cast that arcane spell again? This is the seventh time this has happened, yet you still try to cast it indoors." Dragora said, amused at how his friend never learns the hard way. "I guess this means you're free at the moment? My caravan is ready, why don't you join us our trip?"

"Well the place I slept at and ran just burned down, so I'm free for anything, plus I can try this spell out in an open field. Slypnir replied at the convenience of them already set to travel and being invited to come along.

"Just make sure you're a good distance away from our supplies when you try it again." Zerion alleged sternly.

While they were setting up to leave, both Zerion and Dragora forgot to pick up their most prized possessions from their homes, Dragora's beloved hook-claymore, the Soul-reaper, a sword with the reach and curve of a scythe made of carbon-silver, and Zerion's Heirloom, Maximillian Armor, an extremely well-crafted, riveted, shelled, durable, and just as heavy armor made of tyrnium. As they went to go pick these up, Dragora noticed an unusual, but somehow familiar shadow in an alley to their right, following them through the back-paths, but when he motioned for Zerion to look, it was gone.

"I swear I saw something in those alleys back there, and it followed us for 5 entrances before I signaled for you to look." Dragora stated sincerely.

"Alright we'll go through the back-paths on the way to the caravan to check, but I didn't see anything, it might have just been a stranger taking to the shadow on this fine day. Zerion said doubtingly.

On their way back, they went through the alleys and corridors of the paths that the army use to defend the walls. About half-way, Zerion saw it and pointed it out. As they were chasing it (Zerion could barely keep up due to wearing the armor) they came to a dead-end and they were ambushed. Almost instantly, a small figure came out from behind Dragora and knocked him out cold. They could not do this to Zerion however and they fled just as fast.

Dragora woke up, on what seemed to be a glass floor. In almost complete darkness, save for what seemed to be a spotlight shedding dusty light down on him. Almost as soon as he came to, he heard a voice.

"One can ever so easily lose their way in darkness, but the will to go on will always light the way. Be weary however, that the brighter light has the darker shadow; push on, but not so much to hurt those around you."

"W-Whos there? Where am I? So dark, so cold here..." Dragora asked in succession.

"Who I am will reveal itself. Where you are, however should be familiar to you. Push forward and you shall recognize." Said the voice clearly, but also sounded old and weary.

Dragora walked a little bit forward ensuring his footing with each step, while each peace of glass 3 steps behind fell into the abyss. Carefully he walked the path until he reached an area suddenly lit up by another light. It was an open area of snow and broken stone. It was an area of ice stalagmites and shards of armor and weapons all about. Breezes of chilling air wisped along his muzzle as he walked through snow and ruin.

"This area... I've seen it in my dreams, along with others, but I was in the battle then..." Dragora said looking at the eeriness of it all. "This must be the aftermath of it but why are you showing me this?" He asked cautiously but sternly now.

"If you seek power above all else this will be your doing. Now, use this element as you will, but use it's power wisely." The voice stated in the same old voice.

As the mysterious person of the shadows said this, Dragora felt a strange feeling brimming within him and enemies came out of the snow. He was not a very good unarmed fighter and was quickly overcome by the enemies. Almost out of nowhere, his primal senses whispered incantations into his mind, and as he began saying these the feeling inside him grew and grew, until he said the last word which unleashed nova from around him, freezing all enemies in their tracks, and with the second blast, all shattered into dust.

"Use this power only in your times of need, and those close to you times of need. Those who you cherish are immune to even your greatest power. Go now to the south and lend your aid to which side you choose." When this was said, Dragora jumped as if coming out of a nightmare, almost head butting Zerion in the process.

"Whoa there buddy take it easy you got knocked pretty good back in the alley, I had to carry you back, for some reason your sword wouldn't leave your hand, so I had to lug you both back to the caravan." Said Zerion, startled by the sudden movement and close call.

"When he brought you here, you were as cold as ice as if dead but your pulse was still as vigorous as ever," Stated Slypnir, who was off to the side. "You were out for at least 3 hours, its almost nightfall."

"The reason you couldn't lift the sword without my hand is because I'm bound to it. Well we're bound to each other really. And what knocked me out?" asked Dragora, coming around from the head rush.

"I couldn't see what it was. they attempted to knock both of us out but my helm repelled the blow and they ran off, what do you mean bound to it? Were you tampering with the forbidden blacksmithing?" asked Zerion Inquisitively.

"Alright I admit it, I did use soul forging, but it has its advantages, we're both infused with half a soul of wind, and half of mine." whimpered Dragora guiltily.

"Before you go lecturing him about that Zerion we all need to decide whether we set out tonight or tomorrow." declared Slypnir while interrupting Zerion.

"I say tonight while its cool, plus I never miss a midnight anyway." eagerly replied Dragora, not giving Zerion a chance to speak.

"Alright its settled, lets get rolling, wait where are we going?" Asked Zerion, giving up on criticizing Dragora.

"To the South!" Dragora commanded, and with that, they started on the journey of their lifetime.