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paladin-andric · 5 years

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Joy and Ashes

Well, here’s a followup to the last short! This one’s a bit all over the place, but it should flesh out bit of a clearer picture between the fall of the dragons in the Industrial Age and how King Patrick ‘the Dragonchaser’, the current ruler of Geralthin in the Modern/Information Age, ran into the first hints that the dragons were still out there somewhere. That there was a chance to bring them back...

Cheering filled the air as crowds gathered, exuberant and wild. Screams of adoration broke out as the army entered the city.

Genmere, the capital city of the Kingdom of Geralthin, was safe. The threats had been destroyed.

The dragons had foolishly attacked. They sought to subjugate mankind. They sought to reclaim dominion over the unconquerable.

They should have learned from the first time, over a thousand years ago.

Soldiers in brightly colored uniforms marched, their rifles on their shoulders. Humans, most of them, the army and the crowd. There were others, though. Genmere was as metropolitan as a city could get, being the trade hub of the world. Wolfmen, insectoids, koutu, pona and even a few kobolds were among the crowds and in the marching columns.

This was Geralthin. It may have been home to humanity, but it was not a nation of humans. No, these people, all of them...they were Geralthiners, every last one of them, and they had all fought hard to protect what was theirs.

The soldiers laughed and chanted songs from their lengthy campaigns as they marched triumphantly through the city, vibrant banners waving through the air.

“Oh, we are the valiant cavalry, we are the finest soldiers there shall ever be!

Look to the fearless infantry, withstanding all like a proud oak tree!

Hear our cries as we shout to the skies, striking down the dragons like swarms of flies!

To defend our dearest motherland, we’re ready to give up our lives!

The tyrants think they can rule thee, they tried to force their foul and wicked autocracy!

Their arrogance will set us free, blasting them apart with flying batteries!

Dragons do not rule the sky! The koutu and halfkind all soaring so high!

To defend our dearest motherland, we’re ready to give up our lives!”

The faces of the people were brighter than ever. Confetti streamed down the streets as soldiers and their families hugged and held one another. It was finally over. Everyone would be okay. Everyone was safe.

They had won!

…

Zaphontilku chanted the magic words, the words of mystical power. The words that were supposed to save him.

The words his father had taught him.

Father had foreseen defeat, apparently. He knew this was a bad idea, and so he made preparations.

When the time comes, come to this place and speak these words.

He had done so, and as his voice reverberated through the caverns, it happened.

The hole he entered from was covered in a shrouded mist of magic, waving and rippling as it came into being.

A magical barrier, preventing anyone from entering...or leaving.

He was safe.

The dragon made his way down the cave, going deeper and deeper, barrier getting further from his sight. At last he had gone so far down the path that the barrier was out of his sight.

At the bottom of this descending path, there was a massive, open clearing. A great expanse of rock floor. Large enough for him and his family to rest comfortably in while they waited for…

...what WERE they waiting for? All father had said was that the surface was no longer safe. Only here could Zaphontilku live safely.

Live? Live for how long? He wasn’t staying here...forever, was he?

Well, no matter. The young, white dragon lay himself down on the floor and rested. It had been quite the journey, and he was looking forward to catching up on his slumber while he waited for his mother, father and siblings to arrive.

Surely, they would be here soon…

…

Ten years.

It had been ten years in this cavern.

Zaphontilku lay on his side, eyes staring up to the ceiling. He had been foolish.

Mother and father weren’t coming. His siblings weren’t coming, either. They had never survived the war.

He was all alone.

The dragon didn’t need to worry about food. His father had taught him how to conjure food from thin air using magic. He was well-fed.

He wanted to leave. He wanted to leave so badly. He was so sad. He was so tired of this accursed cave.

But father hadn’t taught him the words to dispel the barrier.

The world above wasn’t safe, so his father had ensured he would be stuck here forever, while able to sustain himself indefinitely.

He truly did think of everything…

Zaphontilku had been brushing up on his magic training during his stay. Of course, what else was there to do? He was getting better and better. He would be a grand sorcerer someday.

But he didn’t care about that. He wanted the sun back. He wanted the trees back. He wanted the air rushing against his wings back.

He wanted his family back.

…

How long? How many days and nights, months and years, decades or even centuries passed in the outside world?

He didn’t know. He had stopped keeping track. After all, he’d never see the sun again anyway. He was here forever.

The now older dragon had changed. He entered this cave hopeful and innocent. Young and bubbly. Time bled that out of him. His life passed without success or happiness, and he started to resent it.

Anger and hatred came first.

He hated the humans. He hated them so much for putting him in this position...but his father was to blame too.

He had imprisoned his son. Sure, he did it for his own good, but that didn’t matter.

The hatred and fury led to tantrums. Screaming, roaring, banging and stomping.

He wanted out. He wanted out of this cave, this coffin.

Soon, as he realized there truly wasn’t any hope left, it finally hit him.

His family was dead. They had been dead for many years...and they were the only ones that knew he existed.

No one was coming for him. Ever. He would spend his entire, five thousand year life trapped here.

Anger became fear. Hate became depression. The final bit of his old self, clinging on faded away.

He was all that was left, as far as he knew. Doubtless the humans turned on their lapdogs once all other dragons were defeated. Why keep them around when there weren’t any threats? There was no more use for them. His kind was doubtless destroyed.

He tried to stop conjuring food. It was the only way he knew how to end his own life in these circumstances...but every time, the gnawing, horrid hunger broke him. He gave in and fed himself, and wept each time. He hadn’t the guts to kill himself so slowly and painfully.

Father wanted him to live, because he loved him. Because he cared about him. Because he was the last beacon of hope he had.

But Zaphontilku didn’t want it anymore. This was a fate worse than death. A lifetime of painful, miserable isolation, devoid of light or joy.

There was no reason to go on.

Every day, he cried. Every day, he lay on the ground and roared out to the heavens in dismay. Every day, he wished it would be his last.

Why him? Why did he have to go through this? Why couldn’t he have just died in the war, all that time ago? He could be in paradise with his family, right now.

He lay in a crumpled heap, as he always did. His head pressed against the ground. His tears flowed onto the rock. His claws scraped idly. He had tried to dig his way out, but father had thought of even that. They were enchanted.

This truly was a prison, a coffin for him to die in.

If even one other person had made it, it would have been okay. He would have had someone to talk to, to pour out his woes with. His hope wouldn’t have been extinguished with someone there for him.

Instead, he was alone. He hadn’t heard anything but his own cried for as long as he could remember.

As he lay there in his daily routine of nothingness, the dragon cursed his fate. Sealed away forever, forgotten by all. Time bled him away and not a soul would even recognize his carcass.

Why, why did it have to be this way? Why couldn’t it just-

A sound broke his thoughts.

A sound. A sound.

A sound besides his own voice.

The sound of something shattering.

He would investigate, but he hadn’t the energy for it anymore. The countless cycles of doing nothing, combined with his repeated attempts at self starvation had left his muscles atrophied. He could hardly stand back up...in fact, he hadn’t tried for...well, at least a year, perhaps.

He was swimming in his own despair when he realized he heard...footsteps.

Someone was here. Someone had gotten in somehow.

He pushed against the ground, but he couldn’t get to his feet. No matter, he could at least save himself from looking pathetic. He rose off his side and lay down on his stomach, head rising up high. He looked...a touch regal, again.

The footsteps grew louder and louder. Zaphontilku’s mind was in upheaval. There were so many different ways this could go.

Someone could have found a way to dispel the barrier. Humans...he could fight them. If he killed them, he could finally leave, finally taste freedom at last...and if he fell to them, well...at least his suffering was over.

Perhaps his kind hadn’t been defeated, and found his hiding place. They could be here to free him, too. What a waste that would have been...he could have been up above on the surface, all this time if that were the case.

The last thought in his mind was almost alien to him now. A tiny, faint glimmer of hope. The final shreds of his old personality.

It could be his father, finally here now that the surface was safe.

That was impossible. The footsteps weren’t the slow, powerful thuds that a dragon would carry themselves with. Still, for a moment, it was lovely to imagine…

A figure turned the corner and stood at the entrance to his resting place. A human. A man.

The man was wearing strange clothes that Zaphontilku had never seen before. They were...almost indescribable. Almost.

If there was any single thing they came close to, it was like...when kobolds would stick pieces of bark and leaves to themselves to conceal and hide while out in the woods...except these clothes didn’t have leaves on them, or bark. They were simply...colored and patterned in that fashion.

Over the strange tree-colored pants and shirt was a vest. It was a tan color, and had bizarre little bumps and ridges along the thing. It was strapped over the man’s shoulders and went down to his waist, were he had a belt with all sorts of things Zaphontilku had never seen strapped to it.

His knees had extra padding on them, a sort of armor the dragon also hadn’t seen before. The design was truly unusual. In addition, the man was wearing a pair of boots with what he could only make out to be lacing on them. Lacing! The things humans put on corsets and dresses! What in the word was this man doing with frilly lace-boots?!

His head had a helmet atop it, colored and patterned the same as his strange leaf-wood outfit. It was shaped like a soldier’s helmet from the dark ages, and yet it appeared to be made of similar material of those silly tall hats they wore during the war.

At last, his hands were gloved, and in one of those hands...he held a gun. A rifle, but...it was all wrong. Instead of the wooden rifles and long barrels the young dragon knew all soldiers carried, this strange man was holding a gun that was much shorter, and colored all black, like those artillery pieces of theirs.

In the other, he held...some black device he was pointing forward. It shone an unnatural brightness from the end of it, towards the dragon.

How...how much time had passed? How much had their weapons advanced? Was there truly no hope left?

The man froze as his eyes fell on the dragon. His horrified expression...it gave the dragon a moment’s happiness that his kind was at least a little feared and respected still.

“Who are you to come here?” Zaphontilku demanded, voice booming. The human recovered, aiming his gun up at the great beast.

“O-oh my God…” he muttered, shaking.

“I asked you a question. Who are you to come here?”

The man took a long time to finally call back.

“I wanted to see what was behind the barrier.”

The dragon growled slightly as he answered. “Well, it seems you have found the answer you sought. Is that right?”

“I-I...I didn’t…who are you?”

The beast sighed. He tried to get up, though it was so difficult. His strength was hardly enough to keep himself up anymore.

“I am Zaphontilku, and I...”

After a lot of effort, he forced himself up, rising from the ground for the first time in ages. His spread his wings and stood tall, the human seeming like an ant from his position now.

“...am the last dragon.”

“T-the last dragon…?”

Zaphontilku rumbled deeply. “Indeed. All I ever loved and cherished were slain by you. I have no family, no friend...no kin. They are all gone.” He craned his long neck down, glaring at the human. “Gone because of you.”

“T-that’s not...I mean…”

“You deny your slaughter? My father put that barrier up to protect me from you, you bloodthirsty animals that could not even drive us away. You had to hunt us all down, down to the deepest, most remote cavern...this is true, is it not?”

“I didn’t come here to kill you…”

“Oh? Than what?”

The man shrugged. “I was patrolling the area when I noticed the barrier. It was...blinking. Then it faded away. I went inside to see what’s been here all this time. I had no idea...”

“Patrolling? Are you a soldier?”

“Yeah.”

The dragon’s growl made the man take a step back instinctively.

“Accursed hand that struck us down...who do you think you are? What gives you the right to take the world from us?”

“I-I never made that choice! I didn’t...I thought there was only one dragon in the world!”

“There is, and it is I.”

The man shook his head. “T-the Black Dragon! The one that gives the king his power! The one that lives with the royal family!”

Zaphontilku’s eyes twitched, as did his claws. “Gira…” he snarled out, “She is not a dragon...she is a lapdog! No, she does not count! I am the only TRUE dragon left!”

“I mean...alright...what happened? Why are you here?”

“I think that is OBVIOUS!” the dragon roared, “You drove us to extinction! This is the only place I would be safe! And yet...here you are. No matter how hard we try to stay away, you will never end in your quest to see us utterly destroyed…”

The man didn’t have an answer.

The dragon began to walk forward, which triggered the man to raise his gun up again.

“S-stay back!”

“Do you honestly think that little thing can harm me? Do you seriously believe that? Even if it could, but a twitch of my claws, and you fall first.”

“Stay…”

“I am not approaching to kill you anyway...human. Move aside.”

“Then what are you doing?”

Zaphontilku leered. “I have been trapped here for an eternity. The misery I have experienced being in these accursed walls cannot be described. I am leaving.”

“You were stuck…?”

“Move. Aside.”

The human shook his head “You can’t-”

“MOVE!”

“I just mean that-”

The dragon growled and rushed forward, knocking the man over but taking care not to flatten him.

“You are lucky you are not one with the floor! I had the power to destroy you, as you have our people! Bow before my infinite benevolence, you worm who would dare to try and keep me confined in this living nightmare!”

The man looked up from his back, eyes wide.

“N-no, I-I didn’t-”

“Be silent! Lay there and bask in my mercy. I only grant you it because you have given me a way to finally escape my torment.”

As the dragon quickly marched away, he heard the voice of the human call out once again.

“W-wait! You don’t understand…”

He ignored the wretch’s cries, quickly moving up the path, rising higher and higher until at last, as he turned the final corner of this terrible hole, he found…

...the barrier.

It was still there, wavering in the wind, the exit path of the cavern still out of his grasp. Nothing changed.

Zaphontilku froze in horror. His mind raced with disbelief.

His claws reached out, touching the barrier. It was very much still there. He wasn’t seeing things.

He was still trapped.

“No...NO!”

He attacked it as he had countless times. Just like every other attempt, it proved fruitless.

“Why...WHY?!”

He banged on it, clawed along the barrier, threw his weight against it.

“Why is it NOT GONE?!”

The man from before raced around the corner.

“I-I tried...to tell you…”

The dragon ceased his assault. His great size mattered little as he swung around, baring his teeth.

“What did you do? What did you DO?!”

“N-nothing!”

“LIAR!” Zaphontilku roared, shaking in fury. The human held an arm outstretched towards the beast.

“W-wait, just listen!”

“EXPLAIN YOURSELF!”

“I-I saw it go down...so I went inside. Once I was in...it came back up. I tried to get out, but...it wouldn’t go away. W-when I first saw you...I thought you did it, that you trapped me here for some reason. I-I don’t know what’s going on…”

The white dragon’s rage simmered, turning back into that defeated sorrow. His eyes closed. His head lowered.

“Than...I will remain here...forever. I will never get to live, to see the sky, the shining sun, ever again. Here, I will writhe, in darkness...”

The dragon collapsed to the ground, shaking it violently and nearly making the man fall over.

“Here I lay, swallowed whole by the abyss, my fate withheld to all. Here, I live and perish in the deepest reaches of hell…”

The man sighed and rubbed his arm. “Err...hey...uhh...chin up, buddy.”

The dragon blinked. “Wha...what did you just say to me?”

“I said...chin up. Relax. I think...I think we’ll be okay, y’know?”

Zaphontilku grimaced, his head resting against the cold ground. “And what is it that makes you believe this? All I wish and ever have wished is to be released from this prison.”

“Look...I’m from the army. I-I have a schedule, a patrol route. It goes right past here. When I don’t report back, they’re gonna start looking, then realize I went missing. They’ll form search parties. And once they check this cave...that’s it. We can go.”

“But...the barrier…”

“I know. But I think...I think there’s a shot. Once they realize I’m trapped here, they’ll send magicians to bust us out for sure! Besides...if the barrier blinked in and out of reality like that...I think it’s getting old. Maybe it’s starting to weaken. I think...everything’ll be okay. We should be out of here in a few weeks, tops.”

Zaphontilku’s eyes widened as he stared into the barrier. “You...perhaps...you are correct. A few weeks…? I can leave...I can finally be done with this. Just a while longer...just a short stay more…”

The soldier frowned. “Err...name’s Jack, by the way.”

The dragon rumbled. “Why do you tell me this? Names matter not.”

“Well, uh, I know yours already, Zaph...Zapo…”

“Zaphontilku.”

“Err...I know yours already, Zap. Thought I’d introduce myself.”

The dragon twitched a bit at that...bastardization of his regal name, but he let it slide, his rage simmered at the prospect of liberty. “I care not for any of this. Why is your name so important?”

“Well, if we’re gonna be stuck here together...being friends would make this a lot more bearable, wouldn’t it?”

The dragon turned his head back, staring at the human in bewilderment. “Friends? You think us FRIENDS?!”

Jack shrugged. “I mean, if you don’t want to be, I can stay out of the way…”

Zaphontilku’s mind halted for a moment. He recalled his own thoughts, some time through this trial…

If even one other person had made it, it would have been okay. I would have had someone to talk to, to pour out my woes with. My hope would not have been extinguished with someone there for me.

“N-now just a moment! I said no such thing about that!” the dragon quickly exclaimed, “I-I was...merely surprised, is all!”

Jack smiled. “So...you’re saying yes?”

Zaphontilku looked away for a moment, trying to hide his own vulnerabilities. He wanted a friend. He was alone in the darkness for so long...he’d nearly gone mad. He hadn’t heard another voice in at least centuries. Even if it was a human, if someone truly wanted to talk with him…

He turned back, face stern as if he was delivering a lecture. “W-well, if you insist. Since you are so terribly desperate for a friend, trapped here in this terrible darkness and seeking help, I SUPPOSE I could make an exception, this one time…”

The man laughed. “Well, that’s a start, at least.” He pointed towards the barrier. “We’d better stick around here, so we don’t miss them when they come for us.”

“Hmm...indeed. At least you have SOME sense...Jack.”

The soldier slid against the cavern walls until he was sitting on the ground. “Yeah...hey, you’ve been here forever. There’s...there’s food for me here, right?”

Zaphontilku smirked, waving a claw and warping reality with his magic. In an instant, a loaf of bread materialized from thin air, and floated slowly down into the soldier’s waiting hands.

His brows rose as he stared down at the bread. “Holy shit, man. That’s...incredible.”

The white dragon felt a bit of pride in his chest at that. He hadn’t been complimented since he was but a baby, all that time ago.”

“I hold much knowledge, human.”

Jack exhaled sharply and put his flashlight down on the ground, snapping the loaf in half.

“Well...tell me about yourself, Zap. What’s the deal with you? You said your dad put this magic crap up to save you, but you’ve been calling this place hell ever since I walked.”

“It is Zaphontilku, human! And, well...he did. He used all his power to make it...and he did not reveal the secret power to dispel it.”

Jack answered with another question, voice muffled by the bread in his mouth. “Why not?”

“For it is torment here. He knew I would try to leave too soon...and he knew that to save me, he had to put me here, even if I did not wish it...and I do not wish it. I have craved the embrace of death for so long.”

“That’s horrible!” the soldier answered, looking shocked.

“Yes...but, if we can truly leave...I think my woes will be...not over, but manageable.”

“How long have you been stuck here, man? Why the hell did you need to hide for long?”

“I...have lost track. However, I began my stay here when I was but a child...back during the war where our kind was struck down. The artillery, the blasted artillery…”

“W-wait...the war...the war of 1815? THAT war?!”

“Hmm...yes, I believe that is correct.”

Jack ruffled his hair, moving his helmet away. “God, man! That was two hundred years ago!”

Zaphontilku closed his eyes again, reflecting on that. “I see...two hundred years of torment…”

“Well, I don’t blame you for being so mad. I-I’m sorry. Two hundred years...I’d have gone nuts a long time ago.”

“I very nearly have…but now, there is hope. I have not felt hope for well over a hundred years. It is strange...I thought myself lost, but...to have freedom so close within reach...”

“They’ll come, just you wait. I only wish I could use my radio.”

The dragon tilted his head quizzically. “Radio?”

“Yeah. Damn thing got loose and fell off. Burst to pieces when it hit the ground. Cheap piece of shit.”

“What is a radio?”

Jack looked confused for a moment, but his face quickly lit up.

“That’s right, you’re ancient! Well, I can explain. Let you tell you what you’ve missed down here, Zap…”

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Doug Jones

Paper Faces on Parade || Accepting

“Why did you come here to my attic and disturb my rest? Are you here to find something from long ago? Be careful you don’t open something you can’t close….Oh. You have questions about the Prodigal then. I hope for your sake that you brought more than your curiosity to barter with. Yes, that will do nicely. Very nicely indeed. Tut-tut. Pour the tea and mind that cup, it has a chip in it.”

~Count Aloysius Flyte of the Duchy of the Golden Sigil, Kingdom of Apples, Sluagh grump of the Seelie Court. {seen above in his Fae mien}

~*~

“Let me tell you a war story, child,” the Sluagh whispered. “The Duchy was not always as relatively peaceful as it is now. Once it was home of the most decisive battles ever known in the Accordance War. This particular one, the Battle of Greenwich was perhaps the most important to your question. Yes, yes. There will be names you won’t recognise but that won’t be the point, will it? “As I was saying. General Lyros had felt the sting of recent losses and vowed to end things one way or another in Greenwich. The Eastland Troll Army was the mightiest and most disciplined of all the commoner forces; if any had hopes of stopping the avalanche of successes Lord Dafyll attached to his name, it was they. The Army had learned the painful lesson of Central Park and had many a fallback plan for any eventuality. The tentative attacks on either side proved that each was prepared for any trickery, and assured the way for the bloodiest battle of the entire war. Neither side left an exposed weakness, and so battle was engaged.

“Lyros and Dafyll were very nearly a tactical match for one another and the battle shifted fronts one way and then another. My Kith, the Sluagh, used traps to cover the apparent retreat of many troll companies, and at first, made up for the mighty, long-thought-lost treasures of the Sidhe. There were a limit to these, alas, and as each triggered, it forced the troll army tighter and tighter together, eventually leaving them surrounded and beset on all sides. Seeing that certain defeat lay in continuing to fight on the terms of the Sidhe, our general Lyros gave the order to disperse and take to street-to-street fighting. The plan caught the Sidhe off-guard, as the trolls gave way in some positions and surged forth in others. Many a valiant troll fell then, guarding the escape of their companions, yet never once did they falter. Both giant and ogre made respectable accountings of themselves that day, a rarity to see between the Seelie and Unseelie courts.

“Terrain was on the side of the trolls, for they knew New York City much better than the Sidhe. Each time they engaged the enemy, they withdrew to a place of their choosing. Still, the Sidhe took a dreadful toll on the kith; if not for their Arcadian treasures, they would have fallen before the might and ferocity of their opponents. Dafyll himself pursued the 4th Troll Commons infantry, for it was known to be the battalion directly under his nemesis, Lyros. The two generals played games of cat and mouse throughout the alleys and subways of New York, yet neither dared enter the sewers, for traps and terrain beyond the ken of my kith were known to lie in wait.

“In the bowels of Grand Central, Lord Dafyll fell at last to an iron blade; an atrocity laid at the feet of the 4th Troll Commons, yet it could not have been, for Lyros himself strictly forbade the use of such dishonourable weapons, and took matters of discipline in this affair upon himself. His stance on the incident is one of public record, yet the nobles continue to sully his name and reputation with the deed. The truth is obviously not their concern.”There’s a long rest while Aloysius sips his tea, before fanning out one unsettling, spindly fingered hand.“And by your slack-jaw stare, I can see you wonder what this has to do with the Prodigal. That is the problem with mortals, no sense of history, no sense of glory. Very well, I shall cut to the point. I fought in that battle ...as a provocateur. And I almost lost my life running messages amongst the rooftops and the alleys below. I had been incautious and took a poisoned arrow to the upper thigh. I managed to escape by the skin of my te....by sheer perseverance, and managed to hide myself amongst a population of the city’s derelicts. That is when I first encountered our little angel of mercy. She was ministering these forgotten souls in the cold, plying them with soup and blankets and renegade medicine. For hours she made her way through them, unashamed of the filth and the reek. Her compassion bought for the price of a story, or kind words. She eventually made her way to me, and she needed no enchanting to see that I was not what I presumed to be.

“Oh, she gasped, of course she did. In my youth I was quite the fearsome thing, gaunt and pale and bright sunken eyes. She helped me up and in my weakened, fevered state I could not frighten her off. She took me to this place and she nursed me back to health with her magicks, and we spent many a long night in conversation. It was rare to find a prodigal that was also a dreamer, but she was mine and I vowed then that I would watch over her, and her descendants so long as the Mists allow. A Life in service to a life, and even we commoners know the value of keeping our word.”

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