fessions of the Historian are non-tinuous pseudo chapters that feature a timeframe far removed from the main story. They will not affect the main story’s update schedule, and will instead be uploaded at random intervals alongside them.
Ep 16. fessions of the Historian: A Legacy Returned
Dragonlord Vulka. The test son of the first dragonlord, and the only dragonkin who would take the mao tihe kin’s survival after iing the former lord’s position.
In a withering world ruled by mankind, the dragon would stand alone in a star of malio brethren would save his cause. No ally would support his hardships. No, we would but chip away at his kin, piece by piece.
We’ve sworn the dragonkin’s survival. But how that survival looked, to us to decide.
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A hatg’s cold body dropped before the dragonlord’s feet. Her head was missing, her body covered in burns and cuts.
“…Why? Why tihis madness, Felicir? We’ve surrendered long ago. The kin that harmed your kind has long perished!”
“You ask the oddest questions, dragonlord. The girl otted much too close to a vilge. And…”
The winged figure desded with a crooked smile, looking down on the dragon.
“The strong do as they please with the weak. There is no reason to be found in this principle.”
Vulka gritted his teeth, his tightened fists trembling in anger.
Wings that mocked the legacies of demonkind.
Arrogahat belittled the authorities of a dragonlord.
If he could do as he pleased, he would’ve ripped the human before him into a million shreds. But…
“What’s the matter? Go ahead. Kill me as you’d like. So we burn the rest of your kin, and you along with it.”
“…Your efforts are in vain. I will do no such thing.”
“Hah. Will you now? How long will you tio sit idly, watg your kin subjected to unreasoorment?”
The individual’s hypocrisy choked the dragonlord better than any o listen to their tormentor say such things, but still be uo act, tortured him more than anything else.
‘We will endure. No matter the cost.’
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“Lord Vulka…you ’t be serious!”
“I’ve already made my decision.”
“There’s not even a hundred of us left anymore. We do not grow in numbers as humans do, you know this better than any of us! If we tinue like this, the kin will…”
“Perish.”
“…”
“And that is why I must do this.”
“Lord Vulka…we’re no lohe hatgs you think us to be. The kin fight, you need but allow us! Please, resider!”
“And allow our history to repeat?”
“…Repeat?”
“A long time has passed, but I remember it like the st moon. My mother, too, challehe diviogether with the kin. tless demonkin joihe flict, and I was left behind to care for the young that remained.”
“…”
“None of them returned. None.”
“My lord, I…”
“The divine’s grasp on our throats has only grown tighter. We ot allow history to repeat itself.”
“Then what of the dead children? What of the tless hatgs that never saw the light of day, only because the divine deemed us desdants of sinners? Your death will solve nothing. They will tio n our children. If we at least resist before it’s too te, we may yet survive.”
“…You are wrong on one point. The reason they n us is not because we are desdants of those who challeheir authority. No, it is because we are their desdants that they ot kill us pletely, for the demonkin’s legacy binds them against doing so.”
“Then…?”
“It is because of the heart that yet beats within this body. The heart of the first dragonlord – of my mother. They ot dos existence, for it is the st remaining threat that yet bring down the divine. If we but rid ourselves of it, the deities will leave us be.”
“…Lord Vulka, the heart was our only legacy. You said so yourself!”
“I did. But a legacy that harms the kin is a legacy better left fotten.”
“…”
“We must not seek vengeahe dragonkin…they must all e to see me, and the heart within me, in s and pt. So that the old brood’s will is never remembered…that their deaths are never mourned or honored.”
“But Lord Vulka, you are still…our lord. Even after your passing, there is none who could repce you as our king.”
“No. From this moment forth, I am not your lord. From this moment forth…the dragonkin will never again remember that they had a lord. her their first, nor their sed. I am but a tyrant who sought to rule the dragonkin with powers beyond my trol.”
“…Vulka!”
“I leave the heart in your capable hands. Wheh greets me…hide the heart, in a pce where the kin will never find. So that no misfortune befalls our children again. So that no kin suffers for acy again. That is my st request to you.”
It was a request. No speech subjected the dragon to do as their lord wished, nor was it an order that one had to dutifully carry out.
It was the wish of their eldest, of the kindred dragon that had raised the current kin.
“…As you wish...elder.”
After the dragonlord’s death, his corpse ced in the deepest pits of the dragonkin’s home. The heart, however, was never gouged out of his body. His corpse was frozen to forever remain ihin the homes of the dragonkin, the heart protected by the numerous devices that were meant to deter the kin from reag it.
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It was a grave, but it could never be mourned as such. He was to be remembered as a tyrant, the grave to be a seal. If it could deter the future kin from goihe first lord’s heart, then the means would justify the ends. The sed lord would gdly accept his dishonor if it meant the kin’s survival.
But perhaps, in the distant future, if there eventually came a curious future kin, equipped with both will and aptitude necessary to realize what lied within these pits…then surely, they’d lead the dragonkin back to its flory.
Or so the dragon believed.
