CaptainWacky
I want to smell dark matter
Zedric felt claustrophobic. It was a problem he'd been encountering more and more over the last few hundred years. Being the oldest living creature on the planet had its drawbacks. Usually he'd take to the air when he felt this way, soar high over the Land...but he was also tired. And that worried him more than the claustrophobia. He shouldn't be this tried. He slept a lot, far too much. Long, dreamless sleeps. But whenver they ended, he still felt tired. It was as if he was running out of reasons to be awake.
But he was alive! He ruled the Land! His family governed it from him, he lay on his horde of gold...that was how things were, how they had been forever. Well, not forever. He still had his old memories. They would never go away. A dragon's memory was like that. He could remember his old life clearly, back when he was mortal. He hated thinking about it. Sometimes he'd feel he was back there, just for a moment, when a memory flashed into his mind. He was angry at himself. How could he possibly long for that life? Becasue things were more exciting? He was a God now, a God! Essentially, anyway...
He was wide awake now. Thinking did that to him. It could be hard to get his massive mind moving again, but once he did...action had to be taken. He had to fly. He threw himself into the air, just like that. He could still fly, his body was fine. He didn't age, he didn't decay. He was as strong as ever. He flew through the opening at the top of his Great Hall, went high into the air. He looked into the sun, the sun! He flew towards it. Maybe he could reach it. He felt like he want to flew into it, for it to boil him alive. He jerked himself away from that thought and turned his head down...
All he saw below was desolation. This could not be! His family...they were gone. Of course there were. He knew it right away. He felt a sickening, heavy feeling in his stomach. They had went to the New Land. He had refused to go. He remembered. Again and again he had refused and ordered them to stay. He had let some lesser relatives and some subjects leave, but the family, they should have stayed...how could they have defied him! What did they think of him?! He was more than just the king of the all dragons, he was a GOD. He had raised them to believe he was the Dragon God. Maybe that was why they had left. Maybe they found out the truth, that he got his immortality and invincibility from a human wizard...
He couldn't fly to the sun, but he could throw himself into the razor sharp rocks above his Great Hall, the very peak of his family mountain. Perhaps...
He did it.
He fell.
He lived. Of coourse he lived.
He lay there, on the ground, and cried dragon trees which schorched the Earth below.
Finally, he went back to his cave to wait of the end of the world.
But he was alive! He ruled the Land! His family governed it from him, he lay on his horde of gold...that was how things were, how they had been forever. Well, not forever. He still had his old memories. They would never go away. A dragon's memory was like that. He could remember his old life clearly, back when he was mortal. He hated thinking about it. Sometimes he'd feel he was back there, just for a moment, when a memory flashed into his mind. He was angry at himself. How could he possibly long for that life? Becasue things were more exciting? He was a God now, a God! Essentially, anyway...
He was wide awake now. Thinking did that to him. It could be hard to get his massive mind moving again, but once he did...action had to be taken. He had to fly. He threw himself into the air, just like that. He could still fly, his body was fine. He didn't age, he didn't decay. He was as strong as ever. He flew through the opening at the top of his Great Hall, went high into the air. He looked into the sun, the sun! He flew towards it. Maybe he could reach it. He felt like he want to flew into it, for it to boil him alive. He jerked himself away from that thought and turned his head down...
All he saw below was desolation. This could not be! His family...they were gone. Of course there were. He knew it right away. He felt a sickening, heavy feeling in his stomach. They had went to the New Land. He had refused to go. He remembered. Again and again he had refused and ordered them to stay. He had let some lesser relatives and some subjects leave, but the family, they should have stayed...how could they have defied him! What did they think of him?! He was more than just the king of the all dragons, he was a GOD. He had raised them to believe he was the Dragon God. Maybe that was why they had left. Maybe they found out the truth, that he got his immortality and invincibility from a human wizard...
He couldn't fly to the sun, but he could throw himself into the razor sharp rocks above his Great Hall, the very peak of his family mountain. Perhaps...
He did it.
He fell.
He lived. Of coourse he lived.
He lay there, on the ground, and cried dragon trees which schorched the Earth below.
Finally, he went back to his cave to wait of the end of the world.
