When Abhor was younger, he would stare out at sea. The ocean was so vast, so large and so beautiful, but he never flew above it. Not once. Abhor thought about it. Flying over the vast waters, launching himself from island to island liike the graceful, magnificent creature he was. Islands dot the view of the ocean far away, like ink splotches on an empty canvas.
One day, when abhor was 10, he had gotten upset. Darkness had scolded him for sneezing the dining room table into next week. It wasn’t HIS fault though. His powers were like a raging storm. Who knows what it will do next? Was that a good analogy? Abhor wasn't a poet, nor a writer. It was too much sitting still for him. Anyway, if anyone knew, it sure as the moon wasn't him. That was for sure. He was so upset about the whole predicament that he decided to do it. He lifted his wings, then slammed them back down, causing him to lift off the ground. He then went over the sea, searching for something that wasn’t Darkness.
What he saw, around an hour later, with the sky starting to turn as dark as his black scales, was not Darkness. Well, it was dark, yes, but not the dragon himself. He saw an island, which wasnt out of the ordinary, but this was an island with a massive pillar, spiraling up and up forever. It wasnt exacly black, but more it rejected light, not allowing the slightest illumination to give it color. Amazed, he landed, his talons sinking softly into the sand below. The spiraling building was made of solid obsidian, with five stones, each differently coloured and shaped, around it. He maneuvered around the spiral, touching the obsidian, but not daring to touch the stones.
He passed a green stone, a blue stone, a yellow stone, a red stone, and a purple stone. The purple one was where he stopped. He stared at the markings on it. Three circles almost touching on one end. As he got closer, his scales began to pulse, as if drawn to the circular object.
Abhor didn’t touch it, no matter how much he wanted to. It was dangeroud, powerful. He didnt want to lose a talon because he touched somethin and it blew him up. He may be dumb, but hes not THAT dumb. But he did do one thing. He promised himself something. One day, he would come back, touch the stone and reveal its secrets. Then his mind was completely thrown off track. There was a loud boom from behind him like a thousand lightning bolts striking at once inside his skull.
He swivelled his head around to see the most enormous human creation to ever touch the ground. Except it wasn’t touching the ground. It was hundreds of feet in the air, and firing at something. A massive watship. He had read about those(, or Snowstorm had read about them and told Abhor). Large Platforms built to fly, as large as a small city, covered in all sorts of sci-fi stuff like energy cannons and missile launchers. The warship shot cannons, missiles, railguns, everything. But at what, Abhor couldn’t tell. He leaped into the air, flying to the top of the tower for a better look. The tower was smooth , and damp from the rain, and Abhor nearly slipped when he landed. He got a good grip on the top of the spire at its spiked edge. Then he saw something. He saw what they were firing at. They were firing at a dragon.
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Abhor couldn't get a good look from such a distance, but he saw red and black scales. The dragon kept dodging everything that was thrown at them. Once the warship stopped firing, probably reloading or something. the dragon turned and fled. What they didn’t see was a yellow burst of light from seemingly nowhere coming out of the sky and soaring straight toward it, like divine retribution from above.
Abhor shot forward.
He couldn’t just watch that dragon die. It was wrong, and he wouldn’t stand for it. He wouldn't watch this dragon get killed like the so many of Darkness's clan. That was when it happened. He felt it deep within his chest. A swirling, violent enery begging to be grabbed and used. Mana. He concentrated it into his breath, took a deep breath, and, his scales glowing like stars going supernova, shot a concentrated purple beam, straight at the opposing golden one.
Purple came in contact with gold and the reaction was... nothing. The light disappeared as soon as it came, along with his own breath. For a moment, all was silent. All Abhor could hear was the sound of the warships techy pieces and machinations whirring. Then, the warship moved forward to chase the black and red dragon. The sragon turned and fled. Then, when the warship was right in the same place as where the dragon was, the beam reappeared in the sky, slamming into the warship, making it vanish into the night sky. Then all was silent.
Fear battled with excitement in his mind. Where did it go? One side of Abhors brain said. Is that thing really gone? Where did that beam of light come from? Who is that dragon? AM I GOING TO DIE!? While the other side said OH HEAVEN ABOVE THAT WAS AMAZING!!! I used my POWERS on COMMAND! This was sort of a victory moment for him that he never felt before.
But then he looked up, noticed the color of the sky and realized that he needed to get home, and fast. He looked at the red dragon. He exchanged glances. Neither could see each other very well. Then abhor turned and fled back home. He knew he would see both the dragon and the stone again. He didn’t know how he knew, but he was sure he just got himself tangled up in something bigger than he had ever intended.
