Sabbath

Part I: The Descent to Hell

IT WAS A FULL MOON NIGHT. The light of the round, perfect moon swept the forest down below to a silvery glow. Crickets chirped softly in the lulling summer zephyrs. All was silent and still, dozing in the warm weather, and it seemed it would just be another normal night.

The outline of a round silver and pink egg throbbed under the moonlight. It was a full month night, so it was a good day for the dragon to hatch, or so the elders say. Not that she thought it mattered, though. In her own philosophy, if the egg is healthy, then the hatchling would be healthy, no matter when or where he was born.

The egg throbbed again, this time cracking a bit. Cassiopeia leaned toward, watching it throb and crack more.

'Aha--' she said. 'There it comes the hatching.'

With another gigantic tremble, the egg broke, revealing a little dragon hatchling.

At first glance, Cassiopeia thought that her probably-last-son was perfect. He had golden scales, and though it was plain with no patterns, he looked fine. However, at second glance, she realised he was not a normal hatchling. His limbs were slightly crooked, he was a bit too yellow-- even though it was supposed to be gold. And most of all, he was tiny. Cassiopeia might have even mistake him as a miniature action dragon if she hasn't seen it hatch herself.

" Rwarrk....?" The hatchling growled.

Footsteps sounded outisde the hatchery. A sparkling silver dragon poked her head in. " Err, Mother, Father is coming. He heard the egg--" She spotted the tiny hatching, growling in his mother's arm. "Oh. Oh dear. Armagon will not be pleased. Like, very unpleased. Great moons, he would be mad. He wouldn't believe he birthed such a weakling. Not that I think he's, uhh, weird, or weak. It's just that......"

"All right, I know," snapped Cassiopeia. She grabbed the tiny hatchling, and tried to hid him underneath her. But it was too late, and in a flurry of thundering Armagon the Great Warrior marched in. He surveyed the scene in front of him, taking in the struggling little hatchling, held tight in his mother's talons.

"WHAT." He finally growled. " IS THIS FREAK."

In one swift movement he grabbed the hatchling (By now the poor hatchling is already suffocating from all the grabbing) and threw him out of a hole in the hatchery window, down to a fiery pit of raging fire that rests next to the hatchery.

The pit was there, designed by the first mage, to execute extremely dangerous criminals. There was also a high-security prison, suspended over the fiery pit, so even if you got lucky and escaped from your cell, you will have nowhere to go, unless you count jumping into the pit, which there was certainly no escape from that.

The silver dragon, Diamond, watched as the tiny hatchling fell from the window. She certainly did not want to see her little brother die this way. Focusing on all the magic she had left, she shot a silver beam of mana to her brother, wrapping him in a layer of protection from the fire.

And down went, the tiny hatching, protected by only a small band of magic from his sister, the descent to Hell.


Part ll: A Sabbath Peace

SHE DREAMT OF FIRE THAT NIGHT. Fire and smoke and mist. It seared her lungs with blasts of hot flames, and she suffocated in the dense smoke. Moreover, she was trapped. Utterly trapped, wandering around the pit of flames for the whole night.

The girl's parents sat by her bed, wiping beads of sweat off her forehead. "This is not good," mumbled her mother. "She's been In and out of high fever for the last week. And she yells in her sleep. Like a lot. Screaming about fire and whatsoever."

In fact, the girl's subconscious was wandering in fire. And if you are wise, my friend, then you will realise that it was the exact same pit the tiny hatchling was thrown into. Of course, as years had passed, it was no longer a hatchling. More of a slightly bigger dragon, much to his dismay, that he did not grew to a towering, giant adult.

And that is how it all started.

Continuation Comin Soon !