Sitting upon a large blue diamond throne grown with magic by my children and descendants, I try to ignore its radiant glow of Mystical Mana.

My head resting on my fist, I contemplate the source of my frustration.

I shifting my frowning gaze toward the throne room that used to be a dining hall.

Remembering this I think back on how my offspring have remodeled most if not all of the castle.

The large living room that where I taught so many of my children to walk and told them stories of The Great One Ethereal, now refurbished into a dining hall.

The many playrooms converted into a lounging area’s to drink tea and gossip like women.

The great kitchen now filled with servants who won’t even allow me in for a midnight snack.

My hundreds of children’s rooms from their childhoods turned into bland guest rooms, barracks, and small armories.

I shift my eyes to my overly large fancy chair my children call a throne.

Worst of all I am forced to sit upon this chair all day without rest, just in case one of my own children wishes for an “Audience” I can’t even freely visit them and I am stuck here till nightfall.

Of all the things, why this, I just want to relax and spend time with my family.

The over arrogant pushy pricks.

Thinking back I try to remember what started it all.

Oh, right I had children.

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Standing on the large hill before Steep Peak, Thaya, and Drayon at my sides, The Oracle Seri subdued gazing at the ground, our great army at our back, I reminisce on how we achieved all this.

Using our increased magical abilities, and our words of power we slew the drake that destroyed our village.

Afterward, we slew every spitfire, wyvern, drake, and dragon we could find, ha sentient dragons my ass.

They were all just mindless beasts who feasted on the destruction of others.

Slowly but surely we eliminated multiple threats from the Descent Jungles while gathering followers.

We conquered tribe after tribe seizing their lands, many even submit willingly to us, others surrender the moment they knew who we are.

Finally, we had conquered every tribe put the Holy Rea Tribe named after its first oracle.

That was the hardest tribe to conquer.

Knowing Oracle's are gifted by The Great One with extremely powerful defense mechanisms, we slowly corrupted, replaced, or converted her tribal leaders and priests.

Finally, we had converted the entire upper echelon anyone besides the Oracle Seri slaughtered, and there were oh so few.

The Oracle realizing that her entire tribe had been conquered, was surrounded without ever laying a hand on her, she submitted.

Now here we stand having conquered our entire race, even having placed a foothold in the horned one's territory just recently discovered on the forest’s edge.

My people at my back, my friends at my sides, and our oldest enemy in front of us.

Dragons.

Signaling the archers to ready their bows, I stare out at Steep Peak relishing in the thought of slaying these “Pure-Dragons” a grin spreads across my safe.

Jayarc, “Fire!”

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Shelving books in the High Tower with my wife Emerald, Razyl followed by Jesyl, Reyla, and Acyl barge into my place of work, Razyl clearly upset.

Razyl shouts angrily, “Rocyl whats are you doing, your followers have already launched an attack on the sacred dragons.”

Shocked my hand stops the book I was shelving dropping to the floor, I turn towards him.
Rocyl, “What, did you just say?”

Razyl, “Huah, crap, you clearly did not know.

Alright, come we must report this to father before things become worse.”

Rocyl, “Ah, Yes.”

Razyl and the others flying down the staircase, as I follow behind them a sense of urgency running through me.

We fly over the plains, hills, and forests, quickly passing over the wall of the city that’s never even been attacked.

Virtually nothing is a threat to us in this realm.

Landing on the steps of the castle and barging in through the doors, we are met with the angry countenance of our father, King of the Gods.

Myc, “What have you done?”

Razyl, “Father we apologize but Rocyl’s foll”

Myc interrupts angrily, “I know very well what happened!

This is all because of your arrogance!

First, you decided among yourselves that those of specific colors are superior!

Second, you proclaim yourselves gods!

Third, you all start cults to worship you when they should only be worshipping Ethereal!

Now you give power to your cultists disrupting the balance Ethereal himself put in place, and allow them to attack dragons!

It was one thing when they attack the dragon’s descendants who had become mindless beasts, but now they attack the sacred guardians created by Ethereal himself for the sole task of protecting Origin and our realm gifted to us by him.

You Dare!

Now I have no choice but to directly report this to The Great One Ethereal himself.”

Father sits back on his throne his eyes closed as he presumably contacts The Great One, through their link.

There’s nothing I can do but accept my punishment now.

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I focus my mana in both my hands filling it with my killing intent, while I focus mana in my mouth as I recite divine runes that take form a flowing down from my mouth into the air like a river flow into my mana orbs in both hands, rotating around them as I fill them with curses.

The arrows still raining down at the Steep Peak, I shoot my two cursed mana orbs at the mountain.

Soaring through the air leaving trails of blue behind them they smash into the mountain with an explosion of rippling mana, causing a large rockslide down the half facing towards me.

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I groggily wake from my slumber the others stirring around me before waking from the increased rumbling, and pebbles falling from within our caves.

Craning my neck upward I turn my head toward the clan’s vice head.

Clan Vice Head, “You three go see what that racket is on about outside!

Now!

The last thing we need is another earthquake the last one woke up Master Le Fang.

If it’s not an earthquake silence whatever it is and do not return until you do, we can not afford to disturb the masterful Old Dragon.”

Getting up with the others we quickly head out the nearest entrance our black smooth scales shinnying in the starlight as we spread our leathery black wings and take flight, our large strong legs launching us off the cliff face.

As we come to the other side of Le Fang Peak we see an entire horde of wildes dressed in bronze armor firing arrows and magic at our clan head's mountain.

Le Ha, “Shit, they are of the favored races.”

Le Ho, “This is bad Le Ha.”

Le Ha, “We can’t lay a finger on them.

It is ordained by The Great One that we protect them and all of his precious creations.”

Le Zo, “Indeed Le Ha, not to mention our elders say the same thing.

Perhaps if we warn them or scared them with a simple shout?”

Le Ha, “Perhaps, but it could easily backfire.

However, I don’t know what else we can do.”

Le Ho, “If Old Dragon Master Le Fang wakes up from his slumber…

It’ worth a shot.”

Le Ha, “Agreed.”

Le Zo, “Agreed.”

Le Ho, “Agreed.”

Le Ha and I both look at Le Ho while each raising a scaly brow.

Le Ha, “Le Ho, You don’t need to agree with yourself, out loud.

It is unbecoming.”

Le Ho, “Of course Le Ha, my apologies.

I will work hard to improve myself.”

Le Ha, “It is good you understand Le Ho.”

Suddenly a smaller wilde at the head of his horde launches a powerful spell at Le Ho, damaging his wing.

Le Ho, Le Ha and Le Zo all roar, “YOU DARE ATTACK A PURE-BLOODED DRAGON!!!!”

Le Ho swoops down toward them in anger.

I let at a roar following shortly, as Le Ha tilts his head back spewing forth massive flames, before following ready to kill these ingrates with us.

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By Ethereal’s Bottomless Eyes they can talk.

Three black dragons swoop towards their smooth black scales reflecting the bright starlight of the star river.

Their massive wings quickly block out the light from above as they breathe fire upon us, their blue eyes lit with fiery rage.

Drayon activates his word of power.

Drayon shouts, “Protect!”

A blue shield of light covers us and our troops like a protective skin, as an ornate tower shield of mana appears over his arm, glowing with divine runes.

He slams his shield into the ground, it spreads becoming a large dome shield over the three of us.

The Oracle left outside with the minimal protection of the blue second skin of mana.

The dragon fire stopped two of the dragons begin ripping through the second skin shield of our troops by what appears to be mana infused teeth.

I’ll have to butcher them for parts to use in crafting later.

The third dragon in front of us brings down his jaws on our dome shield above, his teeth not even scratching it.

He curls back his long slender neck and plate on his head protruding the back and two similar plates cover his front leg’s joints.

Just as he is lunging forward, I yell, “Bring down the shield now.”

The shield goes down and I activate my word of power, “Obliterate.”

My word of power becomes a spell of spinning mana that shoots into the dragon’s op maw before the dragon closes its mouth.

It’s chest briefly expands with a resounding crunch as blood runs out its mouth and it just stares at us with an angry glare.

I hear humming from it and then it open’s its mouth several blood-red mana crystals with large dark blue sparks of mana running across their surface shoot toward us.

Drayon takes the front raising the dome shield again, several cracks appear along with it as the blood-red mana crystal ricochet

off it, a few managing to lodge themselves into the shield.

The dragon still shooting forth the blood mana crystals the dome shield is shattered as several more manage two penetrate the shield, the shield shattering.

Drayon’s word of power reverting back to a tower shield stuck in the ground, a massive blood crystal hits his shield, shattering into a few large pieces knocking him back and causing a large crack in his shield.

Catching him in her arms Thaya uses her word of power, “Mend.”

His blood going back into his wound before the close and his body heals along with his word of power.

The dragon still shooting crystal as I continuously use my word of power, “Obliterate” shattering them before they can hit us.

Finally, the blood crystal stops right before the dragon starts speaking some strange language divine runes coming out his mouth in streams upon streams.

I use this chance utilizing my word of power “Obliterate” the spell shattering almost dispersing into the aether, before suddenly imploding on its self the fragmented runes coming together into strange ways as it does and exploding.

Most of the dragon's maw destroyed its bottom jaw gone as the force of the failed spell backfire shoots him a few dozen yards away as it burns his open neck wound.
Most of his head in deep blue fire, while destroying his internal organs, and broken bones protruding from all over his body, his body stiffens the light in his eyes far gone and covered in blood.

The other two dragons notice their dead comrade and let out loud ear-shattering roars, louder than thunder filled with apparent sorrow.

The Earth shakes as I feel it in my bones, my nose bleeding just from the sound as I get a horrible headache.

Finally, it stops, but then I hear over nine combined even louder roars from the mountains as it begins to crumble, and shake large chunks of it sliding off its sides nine dragons fly out from the dragon mountain as the collective roar continues.

I try to steal my resolve as I see the flying group cataclysm.

Then they stop hover in the air, as a massive dragon three times their individual size stands up from underneath the rubble of the mountain spreading forth it wings and letting loose a roar so loud I go deaf and I feel a few of my inner organs burst as my heart beats so fast I feel my ribs crack.

Seeing all this I think one thing, “What have we done.”

Then I blackout, my instincts taking over.

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Opening my eyes and looking at my children before me from my throne, my anger returns to me.

How arrogant.

I should’ve stopped them from the start, the fools.

Myc scowls his voice dropping and becoming serious, “The Great One Ethereal, has decided to handle this himself.

Are you happy, The Great One has most likely lost much faith in us with this.

Go reflect on your actions all of you.

You may not leave this realm for one thousand years, or have contact with the other races.

Now, go, back, home.”

Razyl, “But fath”

Myc, “Silence!

Or do you want to make it four thousand years?

Perhaps with none of you fancy tea.”

Jesyl, “Not the Tea!”

Myc, “Yes the tea.

Now go before I add seven thousand years.”

Reyla, “But you said fou”

Myc, “GO!!!”

My children quickly leave closing the doors behind them.

I scowl at the where they left from and wrap my hand around the end of my throne’s armrest, cracking it as I restrain myself.

Rotten children, I hope they learn this lesson, the fools.

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Watching Origin from the void, flashes of gold lightning and thunder resounding throughout my body, I think about Myc’s message.

I thought their needless interference was harmless, clearly, I was wrong.

I’ll need to think more on this to prevent it from happening again.

I create an incarnation from a tiny drop of my power the size of an island.

This should do.

Sending him forth to Origin my incarnation manifests above the crumbled peak of the mountain above the battle, as a black wilde with gold fur and swirling blue eyes.

Turning my head toward the battle I see all the dragons charging up their fire breath, and the followers of Rocyl charging up their mana while reciting their spells in English.

Ignoring whatever English is, I teleport between them as they each fire at each other.

Holding out my hands I stop the flames and spells from colliding with my telekinesis,

Ethereal's Incarnation shouts, “Yield!!”

My voice entering the ears and minds of everyone within miles, I disperse the flames into the air, and the spell into the aether.

The Dragons, “How da”

The dragons recognizing who I am, all stop and bow reflexively their all foreheads flat on the ground in submission.

The three wildes clearly yell at me their mind completely shrouded by instinct like wild beasts.

Jayarc“Who are you!!! You”

Ethereal’s Incarnation levitating down towards them commands, his face filled with anger, and seriousness, “Kneel.”

The wildes’ knees buckle falling before me on their hands and knees.

I land in front of them and notice my oracle off to the side a few yards away, the ground around her untouched by the scorched black earth surrounding it, herself unharmed.

I turn my attention back to the three wildes in front of me who have murdered one of their own protectors, for what misdirected revenge?

Fools.

I raise my hand in front of them and give them their sentence, “Jayarc, Thaya, Drayon as punishment for attacking your protector's fully sentient dragons.

I hereby strip you of your words of power, your mana, and your ability to use mana.

I further strip you of your fertility, and ability to grow.

You shall forever be powerless, and unable to continue your individual bloodlines.”

My stretched out hand lightly tugs at their mana dispersing it complete along with any magical structures and abilities they have while ridding the sources of their fertility of life, as well as vigor.

Ethereal’s Incarnation, “My Oracle, Seri come forth I have a gift for you.

Ser I bestow upon you and your bloodline the gift of limited control over your defensive mechanisms I placed upon you and all other oracles.

You may now rise for your hardship I bless you with this gift.

May you live long and live strong.”

After completing what I tasked myself with I disperse my incarnation whirling him like a ribbon in the wind back into the rest of my body and absorbing him.

That night I watched as Seri cut off Jayarc, Thaya, and Drayon’s heads.

She then threw them before the chiefdom’s leadership and regained control over her chiefdom, this time as its sole ruler.

Why are they so violent?