• Intro

    “Razel” Screamed a dark voice. “I want that princess in my clutches before sunrise.” The voice snapped. “Yes my load Atoc.” Razel replied. Atoc was standing on a raised platform in the centre of a large room. Pillars lined the walls of the room from floor to ceiling. Between the pillars were statues holding bowls with blue fire hovering above them. On the ceiling four iron beams came down and from each corner of the room to hold a large amber glowing crystal that was positioned twelve feet above Atoc’s head. A beam of light flowed from the crystal to a foot round golden bar that was spinning wildly out of control and was hovering five inches above of a stone altar that was beside Atoc. Razel was standing at the foot of the stairs the leaded up to the platform. Razel’s armour was jet black. The only thing of colour was a red circular medallion that had a gold symbol in the centre of it. His eyes blood red, with the curse of being a member of the black army, stared up at Atoc whose back was to Razel. A small child stood at the top of the stairs was looking at the ground and back was also to Razel. A robe of light green concealed her and light blue symbols and silver trim. She is known, as the Ancient child for no one knows who or what she is or her name. Atoc raised his hand to the crystal revealing a strange symbol that glowed on his palm. “With Natasha’s power I will be able to awaken Goran.” Whispered Atoc in a hiss. Razel noticed the child look up at Atoc catching a glimpse of her eyes. They were dark green the same as Tiamat, the dragon of life. “Go Razel and bring me Natasha. And don’t come back until you have her.” Atoc snapped. His laugh echoed through the room. The blue Flames in the statue’s bowls flicked violently.


    Chapter 1 Dark History

    The night was dyeing as two horses trotted side by side through the hills near the Centra Palace. “Nuka I thought your horse was faster then that.” Laughed Natasha’s sweet voice. She slowed her horse Mia down so Nuka could catch up. “Agro is getting old Natasha. He’s slowing down.” Nuka laughed. “It’s peaceful like this Nuka. I wish it would stay like this.” Natasha sighed. “What do you mean you wish it will stay like this?” Nuka whispered. “Nuka you’re a prince from a foreign land but your ancestry comes back here that’s why you came here. But you don’t know about the black army or the dark warlock Atoc or any other dangers that lurk in this land that’s why your ancestors left. But what I don’t understand is what made you come back here to Centra your home land.” Natasha whispered. “I know about Razel and Selena. I saved you from them when I first came here. I know they are first and second command of the black army. Natasha I know the legend of the dragons. Our ways of life are not much different. My ancestry hasn’t changed very much.” Nuka hissed in Natasha’s ear. “Then tell me the legend then.” Natasha snapped. “There was a war that raged for centuries between two dragons. One named Tiamat the dragon of life, the other named Goran the dragon of Death. The world slowly started to die as the wars contiued. Two children appeared shorlty after the two dragons started the war. One dressed in a green and blue robe the other in a red and black robe. Both were only mabey only 9 or 10. The children were skilled in magic and eventraly both were able to seal the two dragons in the shadows of time, frozen forever untill awakened and relised by the descendents of the children.