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Rated: 13+ · Fiction · Sci-fi · #2226652
"Birth of the White Dragon"
PROLOGUE
SATURDAY / 10 JULY 2005 / 12:00 AM
PARIS


I am Stephan Leblanc. No, I was Stephan Leblanc.

My name was a lie, and so is this world.

All lies. Nothing but goddamned lies.

I look down upon the City of Lights -- all these people, with all their luxury vehicles and all their expensive gadgets -- from atop of the Eiffel Tower.

These maggots call me a monster. They think they are saints because they have a monster to point at while they wash their hands clean of their sins.

I hold a pendant in my hand. Within it is a picture of a red-haired girl – the only person who treated me like a human. She talked to me like one, held my hand as if I was one.

But now, she is no more.

Maki Hoshino… is dead.

I close my hands, grasping Maki’s pendant with all my might.

“Maki…" I cry. "I’m so sorry…”

My hand glows blue.

I turn to the skies, screaming Maki’s name in anger, raising my blue hand to the heavens.

Blue sparks of lightning shoot from my hand—

No, it was pure energy, pulsing through my hands like lightning, eager to lay judgment upon the maggots below.

My power answers to me: arcs of energy jump from my hand to the Eiffel Tower, turning it into a colossal beacon.

The Tower fires an arc of energy at a nearby car, shattering it and the worms within into pieces.

A second streak bursts forth at a crowd of people, erasing three of them from existence and burning the rest so horribly that death would be a mercy - a mercy no worthless maggot deserves.

Another arc blasts forth at a restaurant full of diners, turning them into specks of light.

Alas, Paris is truly the City of Lights!

Lights of death, from my shining blue hand. Lights of destruction, from my hatred and hopelessness. Lights of despair, which I shall give all of you sevenfold!

As my hands close, my gaze turns to the pitch-dark heavens.

Tonight, Stephan Leblanc is truly dead.

Tonight, I am born.

My name is Weisser Drache. I am the White Dragon.
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