Post by Xyconic on Jul 16, 2018 14:43:36 GMT -5
This was my final for my creative writing about a year ago, and just a heads up I kind of had to cut out a lot of pieces just to fit the page limit so it may seemed rush but it's mostly just because after a limit I would not be graded properly. 
I just wanted to throw this out there along with asking if I should make a Warcraft story or post a League of Legends fanfic I was making a year ago that's still unfinished.
I just wanted to throw this out there along with asking if I should make a Warcraft story or post a League of Legends fanfic I was making a year ago that's still unfinished.Other wise, I hope this is enjoyable and maybe I will come back to it one day and fix it up a bit more like it was suppose to be since I love to type way way more.
__Engulfed In Power__
For ages, the old iron crown was passed down to the young of the Ayoya family. For generations, the eldest male took ownership of the crown and ruled over the Ayoya Kingdom. Fathers passed and sons grew older to become high and mighty kings over an old and gothic kingdom. A recent generation came along where the king became sick with an odd curse and his body became completely covered in small black plates of scales. It was a horrid image to take in but the two sons continued to love their father, along with the mother who did what she could to keep him in health. Only a month passed and the king came to rest in the ground with the rest of the Ayoya family. The day of coronation came, and the two sons – Azazel and Zenas- both kneel at the steps towards the throne. Azazel being the eldest brother already assumed he was to be crowned and to take hold of the throne; however, his mother felt very unpleased with how he came to be. He was often hateful and impatient. Being the eldest brother, she expected him to be prepared to hold such power with care and to have an easy and calm mind. With Zenas being a young and innocent child, which was still something that raised conflicts of holding the crown and power over a kingdom, it would be easier to raise him to be a strong yet caring leader. Unlike Azazel, who was a very brutal and demanding as well.
A soft sigh came from the blonde female as she lowered her head. The soft jingle of metal and crystals rang out through the large and open room as the gems on her horns clashed. The sharp eyes opened as she looked at the two bowed heads before landing on the youngest being before her. She lifted herself from the smaller throne and walked down the stairs in a smooth and graceful manner. Zenas shut his eyes tight as he listened to the taps of her heels against the bare floor before they were muffled against the carpet. “Zenas.” Her voice was soft and calm as she stopped before him. Azazel opened an eye and turned his head ever so slightly to the right as he looked at his younger sibling. A gold eye raised and stared up at his own mother before a brow rose.
“Yes?” His voice was still pure and light. Cold blue eyes lifted and stared up at his mother before a soft smile formed on her lips.
“I announce you, our new king.” The females’ eyes closed as she rested one hand over the other and bowed her head, “Of course, you will stay a prince until you are of age, and then you will hold the title of king.”
His heart sank as he stared up at his mother blankly. The icy eyes widened before he turned his head to look at his brother. Azazel held a more disgusted and disappointed look on his face as he rose from his kneeling position and dusted himself off. Taking in a deep breath, the elder brother glanced up at the queen and turned to leave without a word.
Zenas let out a soft gasp as he looked back and watched him take his leave. The creaking of old wooden doors echoed through the chilled castle before it silenced with a, “Bang!” Lifting to stand straight, he swiftly turned around to face the queen before she lowered her gaze down to look at him again. “Do not worry, he will return. I am certain.”
Years passed and Zenas grew older, more mature and wise as he worked alongside the queen. He wore a large furred cape and glossy black armor that almost matched his oddly shaped crown. Dragon like horns had grown larger than expect from the small child like spikes on the top of his head, and shaped in a wave motion. After he had grown older and matured his dragon features had become stronger and more noticeable then before. The kingdom kept peaceful even after the five years of just the queen ruling over the large city. The year in which Zenas obtained the right to sit on the throne and take matters into his own hands, chaos began to rise. He held power at such a young age and now being able to use it to his full potential only made him want it even more. Starting out, it never really took effect, but the moment the lands outside of Ayoya became destroyed, he knew he had to use everything and anything he could to protect his home. The forces were unknown and not seen for decades. The cool lands that surrounded the old kingdom were soon to be burnt to nothing and left to rot. Zenas stormed through the castle as he scrunched his nose. Blue eyes tense with frustration and worry as he sent troops out to inspect the problems out of the town but nothing truly came back that explained anything. The land was just burnt to nothingness and spotted with magma and fire that managed to burn for days. It almost seemed like some source of magic that hasn’t been seen in ages. Like an old mythical creature that has never been seen or even heard of to roam around the lands of Azenoth.
Years passed and Zenas grew older, more mature and wise as he worked alongside the queen. He wore a large furred cape and glossy black armor that almost matched his oddly shaped crown. Dragon like horns had grown larger than expect from the small child like spikes on the top of his head, and shaped in a wave motion. After he had grown older and matured his dragon features had become stronger and more noticeable then before. The kingdom kept peaceful even after the five years of just the queen ruling over the large city. The year in which Zenas obtained the right to sit on the throne and take matters into his own hands, chaos began to rise. He held power at such a young age and now being able to use it to his full potential only made him want it even more. Starting out, it never really took effect, but the moment the lands outside of Ayoya became destroyed, he knew he had to use everything and anything he could to protect his home. The forces were unknown and not seen for decades. The cool lands that surrounded the old kingdom were soon to be burnt to nothing and left to rot. Zenas stormed through the castle as he scrunched his nose. Blue eyes tense with frustration and worry as he sent troops out to inspect the problems out of the town but nothing truly came back that explained anything. The land was just burnt to nothingness and spotted with magma and fire that managed to burn for days. It almost seemed like some source of magic that hasn’t been seen in ages. Like an old mythical creature that has never been seen or even heard of to roam around the lands of Azenoth.
A young female came running down the cold and dim lit hall. “Lord Zenas.” Aria, the mage that kept watch over the library of the kingdom carried a large and old ruined book before stopping right behind the large male. His head turned to look back at her. Black strands of hair fell over his eyes as he looked her up and down. “Mage…?” His tone was harsh and hinted at his irritation as he twisted his body around to half face her.
She stared blankly at him before lowering her head and lifting the book up to open a chapter of the book. “I may know something related to the outrage of flames throughout Azenoth. Her black claw ran across the tattered page and circled an enchanted image of an egg shaped crystal as she lifted her head. “This is a powerful crystal held by the old gods that created our world…” Aria smiled lightly but it held a nervous twitch as she tried to stare at the king. “It gives the holder the power of a dragon. Not just the looks like we have, but the abilities and to be one.” Holding her breath as the king looked over at her she hummed before more words slipped out. “I believe someone has taken hold of the artifact and is trying to take over the kingdom or even just destroy it. Whatever it is, it’s not a good use of it for sure. At this rate, the world could burn into nothing and be destroyed as a whole…”
Zenas lifted his eyes to the small female as he took it all in. A short memory replayed in his mind as his older brother stormed out of the castle and never did return home. He was gone for the years he took hold of the crown and now that he was capable of ruling the lands, destruction was reaping over it all and destroying every little thing he ruled. Blinking, he lowered his voice and his gaze fell. The males’ chest felt tight and ached as he spoke, “I may know more. This has opened up more information for me to work with.”
Aria looked up quickly and raised her brows, “My lord, may I know what it is you are thinking?” Her calm eyes looked him all over; his body seemed to lower as he took in everything. “You never look like this, sir. You are always so happy and calm but recently that has gone away and now it seems you have lost it completely.” The small gems that hung from her small curled horns filled the halls as she jerked her head up to look at his face.
“My brother, Azazel.” Zenas muttered as he looked back to her. “He must have left and looked for something like this.” The male turned his body, the large cloak swinging around and flaring back out as he started to make his way back to the throne room. A chill ran up and down his spine and seemed to fill the air as he walked along the blood red rug. The small female dragonic woman rushed behind him. “He was always one to be power hungry and sought to rule this kingdom and use its army for nothing but evil doings.” Metal faintly rubbing against one another from his gauntlets and knee pads, and the gentle clashing of them echoed as his voice bounced off the walls. “He wants to destroy us all or but mostly, me.”
As footsteps filled the throne hall, the small woman and the king made haste down the open room. Aria widened her eyes as she gently grabbed the dark cloak of Zenas. “My Lord, please allow me to come with you. I do not want you to go alone and I would bring much more information for you to use.” Holding the book up a weak smile formed on her lips as he glanced back at her. No words were spoken but it was a gesture to her at least that she would be allowed to make the choice of following him or staying.
With that, the two had stopped at the royal stables where they mounted onto armored horses. The king grabbed his sword and shield and lead the path down the kingdom. Aria kept a slight hold on the ancient book as she held onto the bridle of the horse. The two bodies ventured their way out into the burnt world that surrounded their still enchanted home. The sorceress stayed beside Zenas as they rode down the ash covered pathways that they could see until the land seemed to be nothing but a crisp flat. Zenas narrowed his eyes as he scanned over the black and grey ground and raised his eyes to the mountains that still held the reds, orange, and yellows of flames. “I did not imagine this land to become so ugly.” He stated as the pace slowed to allow him to take everything in. The light eyes of Aria rested on his pale face while he spoke. “A few years ago, after my father died, I imagined this place being so green and magical. Whether my brother ruled over it, or I. Mother thought he was a very cruel person. He often referred punishment over matters or war instead of developing other responses.”
Aria arched a brow as she tilted her head. “Is that why he was skipped? Your family tree has always passed the crown down to the oldest offspring.” Her voice was gentle and filled with concern as she looked ahead. “I enjoyed Azazel. Even with him being a pretty dark soul, he was an interesting person to speak with never the less.”
Nodding, Zenas returned his gaze ahead with Aria. “She believed he would become too over whelmed with the power that he would destroy the city from the inside out. So now, he is just destroying the lands around it, and soon the city with it I suppose. Jealousy.” The king rolled his shoulder as he tightened his grip on the leather strap. “I assume he possessed an ancient power that was supposed to be kept away and now is planning to use it to take the crown and build a new kingdom from the ashes. “
It had felt like days that the two were out from the kingdom now. Ash seemed to build up on the hooves of the horses and the air was thick and full of the burnt wood smell. Hunger wasn’t much of an issue for them for the sorceress managed to create small things with her few spells that she found handy and without it the two would have to retreat back. Any sort of living thing was either burnt alive or died from starvation or dehydration. It was unsettling to see the once green and fantasy like forest turn into dark, gruesome, and burned twigs and dirt. Aria lifted her hooded head as she sighed softly. “My lord…” The soft voice trailed as she looked back down at the opened book that the two looked at days ago. “…I believe we may be close.” The small and fragile gloved hand pointed toward a small mountain that seemed to have veins made of lava run down it. “This was the mountain the ancestors kept the crystal. It was buried deep into the mountain after the dragon Nalron was slain. His heart crystalized and became the heart of the mountain which is why it was the only one to be dark and hold magma.”
Zenas nodded as he narrowed his gaze, ”So, for them to take in the power…” His tone shifted into more of a concerned yet questioning tone before he looked to her. “Did the holder have to take in the heart for themselves?” The king gave a questioning look as he looked from her to the mountain.
Zenas nodded as he narrowed his gaze, ”So, for them to take in the power…” His tone shifted into more of a concerned yet questioning tone before he looked to her. “Did the holder have to take in the heart for themselves?” The king gave a questioning look as he looked from her to the mountain.
“The one who obtains the heart, basically replaces their own heart with Nalrons’.” Aria stated. Her pale eyes softening as she frowned softly. “They take the slight appearance of Nalrons’ dragon form but are still themselves. So all of this hate was from Azazel himself. He was just the one to take in more power to use it against you in hopes of obtaining control of the lands and now, he is stuck like this.”
Only hours now had passed and the dark mountain came closer every minute. The heat that radiated off of it caused Zenas to take in heavy breaths as he furrowed his brows. Sweat rolled over the slick black scales that spotted the sides of his face and the dark armor began to take in the heat even more. His heart pounded against his rib as the two approached the mouth of the cave. To come all this way to face something so dangerous was often seen as crazy, but for a king to protect his people it was necessary for him to handle the problem. “Aria, I request you stay out here.” Zenas stated as he avoided any eye contact with her and focused on just the glowing inside of the cave.
“Sir, I cannot let you g-“Her voice was canceled out as he looked back to her. “I will not allow you to get hurt. I appreciated the company and knowledge needed for this, however, I believe I should handle this myself.” Without a second thought, he swung his leg over and hopped off of the armored horse as he adjusted his gear and weapon. The light clashing of his armor seemed to be canceled out by the roaring inside of the cave which was nice for once. His eyes moved to a large black figure that was curled up in a pit that held cracks. The lid of an eye shot open and orange eyes revealed. The black, sharp pupils shrunk as smoke came from the nostrils of the large beast. The voice of a male echoed off of the walls of the rocky cave as the dragons head lifted. “Zenas.” The name raided the kings’ ears as he stood still and watched the large beast size up. “You have some nerve to bring yourself here, especially wearing that damned crown upon your head.” The nostrils flared as the large black dragon huffed in anger. A slick and smooth tail whipped around its back legs before resting behind its body. A sharp sound of claws scrapping against stone pierced the kings’ ears as he groaned and clenched his teeth.
“The only reason for you to be here is to end me. I am very aware, however, I believe the option of giving the crown to me and leave this land forever would be a kind gesture as well.” The dragon stared the small body down as he lifted his body off the haunches of his back legs and stood on all fours. The nose of the large beast lowered and the head turned as it moved to show the large eye to the humanoid brother. “I’ll give you ten seconds to reconsider your choice here. Killing your own brother, or giving up what is rightfully his.”
Zenas stared dead into the cat like eyes of the dragon as he swallowed hard. The crown was skipped over his oldest brother for a reason, and that reason was exactly was rested before him. This large power hungry being that stopped at nothing to scare everyone into doing as he wanted. “No.” He voice stated bluntly. “You have ruined Ayoya, the beauty of it, and the peace we held for years. You never deserved this crown, after the distasteful actions you played among the kingdom itself. You forced it all to end like this Azazel. You, being greedy, and harsh.” Zenas pulled out the large sword from its sheath as he pointed the tip of it at the dragons’ eye. “And I am going to end it once and for all. I’ll be the king you would have never been.” His words were like poison as he bared his teeth at the dragon that snorted and roared at him. The clashing of scale and metal and the cries and roars of both man and dragon echoed and escaped out of the mouth of the cave.
Aria turned her attention back up to the mouth of the cave as a sharp screech of pain from the dragon seemed to fill the air in the whole area around them. Her heart sank as she swiftly hopped off of her own stead and swiftly made her way into the large opening of the cave. The sounds of clashing still played as she peeked around the corner of a wall as she watched the fight go on for what felt like hours. Blood stained the stone floor and the pale skin of the young male who would die for all of his people.
Zenas huffed and lifted up his shield as the dragon shot a jet of flames at his smaller body. His face seemed to wrinkle as he pushed against the heavy force of flames before shoving his shield to the side once the flames stopped. The large sword lifted, and the male dashed at the dragon before pressing off of the hot ground. The blade twirled in his hand before the weapon was held in a formation to allow him to stab the target. A large gold and orange crystal was barely covered by scales and flesh as he let out a roar of courage. The tip of the blade was soon forced into the gem before being yanked out.
Zenas huffed and lifted up his shield as the dragon shot a jet of flames at his smaller body. His face seemed to wrinkle as he pushed against the heavy force of flames before shoving his shield to the side once the flames stopped. The large sword lifted, and the male dashed at the dragon before pressing off of the hot ground. The blade twirled in his hand before the weapon was held in a formation to allow him to stab the target. A large gold and orange crystal was barely covered by scales and flesh as he let out a roar of courage. The tip of the blade was soon forced into the gem before being yanked out.
Azazel glared at his brother as his head lifted. A bellowing roar escaped his throat and mouth as the crystal began to crack deeper until it began to fallout of his chest, a cavity left with only bits and pieces of the heart left behind. Tears welled up in the dragons eyes as he fell to the ground. The body began to shrink and the scales managed to stay. Azazel began to take a slight appearance of their father whose body was once engulfed in black dragon scales before his death. The orange eyes lifted as his hands covered the chest cavity. Gasping for air, he let out pained cries before Zenas stepped closer.
“Forgive me brother.” The male stated as he fell to his knees. “I did not want to kill you, I was hoping you would come home and stand by me at the throne to rule over the kingdom together. I knew you weren’t exactly cut out to rule, but I knew together we could of made the perfect kingdom…” The sword fell from his hand as he placed his hand over the cavity over his brothers heart. “I’m sorry it had to come to this, and things did not work out how you thought they would.”
Aria stood stiff before making her way out from behind the wall. The soft click of her heels filled the room as she listened, her hands over her own heart before dropping to her knees next to Zenas. “You will make a good king Azazel, just not in this world…” The womans voice faded as she reached out to hold his face in her cold hands.
Azazel stared through pale eyes as he gasped for a breath,”I am sorry…to have cause so much pain.” He muttered as he shifted his attention to Aria but instantly looked to his brother,”I could have been better, done better, like father told us.” The male choked on his words as he parted his lips, his breathing becoming short and ending as Zenas lowered his head and shut his eyes.
Aria lifted from the ground and lowered her chin with her eyes closed. “There is much to learn from this Zenas, and I am sure you know.” Blinking a few tears away, she regained herself and spoke again,”Azazel will be in a better place now, more stable to rule over a kingdom of his own in the heavens with your father. He knew he did wrong, too late, but he knew.” Her hand reached out as she smiled lightly,”But for now, you have your own kingdom you can rule over for the sake of your brother, and fix the mistakes he made.”
