The Legend of Magic

         The long, glassy wings of the dragon pumped themselves continuously, like a pendulum of vertical proportion. The shadows on the ground, however, would not let the beautiful reptile land, and fought with tooth and nail as the dragon screeched in anger.

         The noble beast’s eyes locked onto the lone figure on the ground:  a pale, teenage boy with green eyes like emeralds. The figure was consumed by a black cloak that seemed to swallow him whole. The dragon leeched down, driving in its leathery wings as it dive-bombed towards the ground. However with a flick of his wrist, the figure sent shadows into the path of the dragon, and proceeded to jump through the shadows, landing on the other side, as the dragon flew through and smashed into the granite rock below.

         Letting out a bellowing warning, the dragon shook of the rocks and looked towards the figure, which now stood at the top of the valley. In the figures right hand was a sword, consumed in shadows, that was etched with silver writing and plating.

“You seek to abolish that which is not to your conformity,” mumbled the figure in a soft voice that echoed like a whale’s song through the valley, “Yet you yourself were once not conformed to the rest of the world. The Dragon Flights have done well, thus far, leading the people of Kalthasia through times of hardship. Now, another sect of Deities will take its place.” The Dragon seemed to shake in rage as its mind consumed the figures.

         “The Dragon Flights will never falter, and we will not surrender to ignorant beings who believe themselves almighty due to falter in reality,” the dragon spoke in authority to those throughout the land. “Further more; your magics and teachings are leeches on the forces of life throughout our great world. And the purpose or the Dragon Flights is to negate the affects of leeches.” The dragon’s talons crunched into stone as the figure smiled holding his hands above his head. Shadows seemed to peel form the valley and form above his head, combining to form a single orb of shadows.

         “Dear Arcanium” spoke the figure softly as he addressed the dragon directly, “Your self-righteous crusade forces me to snicker in a most unpleasant way. You seem to believe we are leeches, yet YOU are the ones who let the spirits of the dead wander. YOU are the ones who refused to heal those who were to die. YOU are the ones who cause these people to fear darkness, when in fact, you are the ones they should fear the most.” The boy smiled as the last bits of shadow folded into his orb, letting his continuous snicker form into a maniacal laugh. “And furthermore, dear Lord of Magic,” spoke the boy as his laugh stopped, his eyes becoming serious, “I do not need to make you falter to make you die!”

         He rasped out the last swords as he pushed his hand forward, causing the wind to blow his cloak around wildly. The orb flew onward, shattering almost half a mile from the target, where it then crystallized into frozen spears of darkness, each wanting to lick the flesh of Arcanium, King of the Dragon Flights.