Tell me what you think of the start of the book. This is my own work. I have a long ways to go but this it the start of the Rise of the Dragon King.
Rise of the Dragon
King
By Christopher
McMahon
Prologue
A warm breeze glides across a meadow and brushes a time worn
and busy face. She looks up from her stitching and frowns from the winds’
origin. And sees a series of thick, dark clouds were gradually sliding across
the sky towards her direction.
“I fear something is amiss”, She said.
“What is it this time dear,” asked a man from inside the
cottage.
“I see dark clouds, and felt a warm breeze” She said in a
curios tone.
The man stepped out onto the porch and sees what is
bothering her. When He sees the clouds, he remains silent, his old red eyes’
gaze harsh and hollow.
“I know it’s not natural” She said with a slightly annoyed
tone. “I fear it’s one of the Dragon houses”.
“Why are they even in the sky so close to the ground, let
alone near the mortals? They are so unstable on their own and the Dragons were
given strict areas for their disputes” He said with a meditative air.
“I agree the pact gave them their space and our kind would
serve as borders, remind me why we chose to live among these wretched
mountains?”
“We had no choice, the pact forbade our kind to be anywhere
near our mastery” He answered
All the while the dark clouds continued to glide towards
them. He came off the porch and raised his gloved hands and began to gather
energy. “This barrier should deal with it, which ever it is that’s causing this” He said.
“I think I’ll help” and She rose up and did the same by his
side. Moments later they were chanting in the tongues of the A’silee, the fallen children of the Titans.
Then they were blown off their feet, “In the name of Kronos!” He roared in rage.
Star-struck she began to speak as she rose to her feet, “I
am a confused as…” She stopped and saw, a towering dragon moving to sitting
upon his hunches, a dragon of the Dragon
House of Shadows, with scales as dark as the void; he was folding in his wings
like a bird might, yet the dark fog cascading from his wings didn’t stop; the
ruff of the nobler lines was folding into his neck, his red and gold cat-like
eyes searching for the source of the resistance, until he sighted them.
“Ha-ha! And what do we have here?” He said in a hollow
ringing voice, “Ahhh, of course, A’silee, don’t tell me that that little thing
was your work?”
“Yes, and by the Pact, you are to turn back: now.” The old
A’silee man said with a note of finality.
“Pact? Ah, I guess you have not been told, the Pact has
ended,” the Dragon said smugly, “We are on the verge of crowning a King, and
the Pact can’t be enforced if it’s so out-of-date”
“The Pact will not be terminated just because you have
submitted temporarily to some other power hungry, overgrown, snake”, said the
old A’silee woman.
“I never said that we had a Dragon in mind”, the Dragon said mockingly.
“But, who? A’silee aren’t allowed to be anything more than
what the Pact specified, The Mortal races are off limits, and the Deamons
(Demons) and Angels are too faithful to their masters to command your pathetic
race”, spoke the old A’silee woman thoughtfully.
“Humph” replied the Dragon, “you forget that not only am I
not alone, you yourselves weakened, and the Dawning of the first Age of Dragons
and He will be our Immortal savior forever more,” and as he finished over a
dozen other Shadow Dragons appeared and moved to surround the old A’silee.
“This is FORBIDDEN! By order of the Pact, We command you to
leave, and not return!” The A’silee man ordered
The Dragons looked at each other and burst into laughter.
Then the one with the most jewels and signs of age wearing tainted angel-eye
necklace said, “as Ghenj Ssannah’quen just informed you, the Pact is VOID, and
as is fair, I, Crun-henj Ashwelck, shall allow you the opportunity to chose
your fate, you may flee and act as you will or you can stay and fight us off, I
believe those are the only options, unless I’m mistaken?” the Dragon asked at
the end to them all.
After a few
seconds the old A’silee couple was building power that they were unsure how
they would release, whether offensively against the Dragons or defensively to
fight with or to help them escape in case the Dragons changed their minds and
wanted no survivors, or prisoners. Meanwhile the Dragons took a minute to make
sure that Ashwelck had in fact given
all possible options; whence they felt that they were accurate they looked down
at the A’silee and asked, “What have you decided?”
“We are not cowards” said the A’silee man with a note of
power, and the A’silee woman said defiantly “and we are not as weak as you
think”.
“I should hope not”, said one with a long silver-red scar
over his right eye which looked like it might be partially blind.
“Ready?” asked the man quietly.
“Do I have a choice, at this point?”
“No, but I thought I’d ask anyway”
And the dragons flew up and circled the pair as a shark or
buzzards, waiting to strike…
Then the pair sent up an incredible burst of fire at a
dragon wearing a silver-bronze chain-link ‘vest’, yet the dragon it was
intended to kill merely swallowed it and a second later sent it back, as
Shadow-Fire (Shadow Dragons are the bane of those who use elemental magic,
because Shadow Dragons can create a rift or small portal with which they absorb
the attack and “corrupt” it, then they send it right back at least three times more
powerful than before)
The Duel went on like that for some twenty minutes, until at
last Ghenj Ssannah’quen landed between the A’silee couple and with his right
fore claw pinned down the man and looked down at him, smirked, then gave the
woman an expression that said ‘try to, I dare you’.
But before She could Ssannah let loose a great stream of
Shadow-Fire…
The other Shadow Dragons landed in their original places and
nodded to Ssannah and as a group they left, seeking their unsuspecting King…
