Dragonya

Edgar made his way through the wilderness, hoping to find a place to rest. He happened upon a town whose streets were empty and houses quiet. The windows were dark, and the chimneys devoid of smoke. Whatever life once inhabited this town had moved on.

As Edgar wandered between the hollowed out buildings, an uneasy feeling enveloped him.  Loneliness began to tug at his heart, and he thought of his mother.  She spoke of a place whose name was lost, and people stolen.  A place whose heart pumped the blood of the wicked, the Derelicts.

“My eyes must deceive me,”  A strange and shaky voice stated from behind Edgar, “There is a boy in the village.  Do you speak the old tongues boy?”

Edgar spun around and shuddered at the sight of an old Elvish man, legless and hobbling around on his hands.

“Wha–?”  Edgar caught himself.  “Who are you?”

“Daugion is my name, my apologies for sneaking up and not offering an introduction.  My time here has been long and lonely, my skills with travelers wore off long ago.”  The elf stated, looking Edgar up an down, as if sizing him up.

“My name is Edgar, and no, I am not familiar with the old tongues.”

“Why not?  You have the ears of an elf, but the features of a man, what then shall I say of you?  The old tongues are important among my Elvish kin, but Men have tried long to destroy the old ways.  So what can I say of you?”

The old Elvish man seemed to be losing his temper with Edgar over something Edgar could not understand.  Edgar knew of the wars, but could not remember the cause and effect.  His mother told him of the wars, and that his birth was taboo, but could also potentially bring peace.

“You can say of me that I am of both worlds, a harbinger of peace, perhaps.”

“Peace?!  HA!  Do you know how long the wars have lasted?  You were an accident, a product of Man’s pillage in an Elvish village.  Perhaps you have run away from home?  Living with Perrin in the wood, seeking refuge so as not to be murdered?”

“I killed my parents!!!”  Edgar exclaimes, infuriated by Daugion’s presumption.

“Killed them?  You know the truth and nature of your existence then.  And what of Perrin?  Do you know him?”

“I know the nature of my existence, yes.  I am here to wander this world to discover that which my mother and father could not teach me.  I was not an accident, my elf mother loved my human father and sought refuge on the edge of the Owlmere forest.  They were trying to escape the evil’s beyond them brought on by the spell Midrak cast upon the land before his death.”

“A history less–”  Daugion started, but Edgar interrupted, speaking faster.

“As for Perrin, he saw something inside of me growing stronger.  His fear made him cautious, something he locked me in a room for.  He did not know whether there was love or hate within my heart.  His son, Falcon, seeks my blood and may not rest until he knows my heart no longer beats.”