Dragonya

A soft breeze whistled through the trees in the Owlmere Forest as Edgar made his way through the dense fog that had nestled in the cool morning shade. Days like this were hard to come by in Dragonya, so he savored every breath and glimmer of light dancing on the morning dew. He sat down against a towering Oak tree to allow his mind to drift away with the peace of his solitude. Serenity, though he hadn’t known the word, had found its place in his heart.

Edgar Littlestone was only 10 years old and the world was clenched tightly in his hands. He had just recently recovered from a violent fever his mother had thought would be the end of him. After his recovery his mother told him that he had just learned the most important lesson in life: never to take anything for granted. When he asked his mother what this meant, she told him to treasure every breath he took as if it were his last. So thats how he lived his life. He experienced everything for the first time every day and never allowed himself to stop counting the stars in the night sky.

Edgar was born to an Elvish mother and Human father, making him a halfbreed, which was largly considered a mistake in parts of Dragonya. His parents union was originally a move towards an alliance between the kingdoms of Paladrin and Kilopilion, but the alliance was shattered when the wizard Midrak cast a spell of ruin upon both kingdoms, hoping to instill hatred in the hearts of the inhabitants. Midrak was slowly driven insane by his visions of a world torn apart and soon after was slaughtered by a dragon of his own creation. Since his death meant the spell could not be removed, the kingdoms of Paladrin and Kilopilion were destroyed. Edgar’s mother and father had escaped the wrath of Midrak, seeking solace near the Owlmere Forest.

A few short years after escaping, Edgars parents started having trouble communicating. It seemed everything they once had in common slowly became their differences. Conversation became trivial, passion became irrational and their emotions grew shallow. Edgars father blamed his birth for their dwindling relationship and assumed Edgar was bore from the remnants of Midrak’s spell. Slowly, his mind began deteriorating and his thoughts were fragmented with spite. He believed his wife to be cursed and that Edgar would only poison any goodness that remained.

Edgar awoke one night to his mothers crying and climbed out of bed to go to her side. Once there, she tried to hide her face from him.

“What’s wrong, mother?” Edgar softly whispered.
“Your father intends to kill you, Edgar.” His mother replied.

Edgar drew back, aghast.

“We must get you out of here, Edgar. You must leave this house, it is filled with ruin and despair.”
“But where shall I go?”
“Far from here. I cannot name a place or give you direction. It is everyones destiny to discover this for themselves.”

Edgars father woke up and tuned into their conversation. The moment he heard his wife tell his son of his intentions, he knew time was running out. If you allow this cursed child to live, all hope is lost. He quickly got to his feet and began searching for his axe, he found it next to a bag of clothes and food. His anger was growing fast. I won’t be able to keep it bottled up much longer, best I use every ounce of it on the beast-child. He wrapped his hands tightly around the axe and charged into the hallway.