Hayley Mosby
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The Seven Dragori Kings-The Rise of Thermatos
Preface- There is a legend in our realm that has been passed down from generation to generation. The legend of the great winged beasts of old-The Dragori Kings. It is said that in the murky depths of the Master Sea of Caspious lies Larula, the heart of the seven seas. Larula foresaw the need for great protectors to lord over the sky, land and sea to protect us from the evils that reside in the dark lands. Knowing this was essential to the survival and protection of the realm that she loved so much, her heart produced seven sparks. From those seven sparks the great Dragori Kings were born. Larula blessed those sparks with extraordinary strength and abilities beyond what we mortals could comprehend. She also gifted them with fairness, kindness and the ability to love as a balance to that power. But with light comes darkness. Two forces always at war, never able to coexist. When murmurs of the Dragori Kings spread to the dark lands of Umbrial and into the undead sea of Demor, home to Calphia-the black heart, she decided that she needed a force of her own. Except her heart didn’t beat, so instead of sparks of life, she released seven drops of inky black blood. And from that blood spawned the seven Dragoul Dark Lords. Created equal in power with death and destruction running through their veins. They were unleashed onto our lands to feed the darkness that ruled them. The battles between the Dragoul and Dragori were brutal and unforgiving, rumored to have spanned hundreds of years and claiming too many lives in the process. The Dragori fell one by one, returning to Larulas heart, until all were thought to be lost. With the fall of each Dragori, Calphia was forced to reclaim one of her Dragoul back into her black heart to maintain the balance. However, there was something Calphia did not know. A great secret that Larula held close in her watery heart. Each of her Dragori was gifted with the ability to shift into human form. A gift that was only triggered when the last Dragori King was left, which ended up being the great Thermatos. The legend of the Dragori always ends with Thermatos transformation and disappearance into our realm, roaming the vast forest of Tieralyn, ready and waiting. For what, we do not know…
By Hayley Mosbyabout a year ago in Fiction