Elemental monsters

Prologue.

The day was unnervingly still. There was no wind plucking the autum leaves out of the trees, nor birds dancing through the sky and no sound coming from anywhere. It was as if the whole world had gone def. Then out of nowhere from the middle of the blakened river came a roar so loud it shook roof slats from the local church and the nails from the fence posts.

The dark grey fog arose from the murky depths of the blacken river. Something had stirred beneath churning brackish waters. Something big.

The creature was like nothing that had been seen before. It’s body was the length of four houses and as wide as one. Its skin was like a plated armour and as black as night.Its four long scaled legs had talons as long and as sharp as swords. Its mouth so big it could swallow a wagon whole, with the horse still harnessed. On its back streched out as wide as a farmers crop field were bat like wings shimmering with a blood read and gold.

She was a dragon. But not just any dragon, a dragon lord. One of seven infact. Her name was Myst. A fitting name for as far as dragons go. Not only in elegance but in reality, Mysts was an elimental dragon, born with the power over the element of water. She could suck the very moisture out of the air and plants around her. She could freeze your blood solid or she could boil you alive with it. She was not just a dragon lord but an impirial dragon as well, she was the most formidable, the most magestic and the most powerful of all the dragon lords. For she was the first and only dragon to ever hold power over the element of lightning.

Unlike a fire dragon that is more commonly thought of. A water dragon can manipulate the water around them in many ways. Most have one or 2 tricks. Like shooting a water out of their mouths instead of fire or breathing a snow storm. As a dragon lord myst had control over the entire element. And her power was something to behold, something to fear. Until now dragons had been gone from the world. Hundreds of years no thousands. So long that dragons had had gone from ledgends to myths.

And now something has begun to awaken them. The world is in kaos. War rages between the kings of the high council and the mortal kings of men. A war to eradicate the source of magic in the world. A war to unbind the tethers holding the world in these dark ages.

Myst rose from the depths of the Blackend river. Breathing a hot mist of fog into the area surrounding her and beyond. The fog was black with years of pollution. The toxic acids burning the inside of her throat. It wasn’t the pain that made her scream but the frustration of seeing a world so far gone. Her roars could be heard from the holds surrounding the river on both sides. Drawing a crowd she she decided to take her revenge on the filth that was human kind. She expanded her fog to the shore line and beyond, engulfing the holds in the pollution they had created. She watched on as their skin blistered and melted from their bones,and only after all the screams has stopped did she lower her fog of war. Satisfied with her work she lowered herself back down to the bed of the river floor to gather her thoughts.

The ground around the river was cursed. Black mist evaporated from the stained soil. The fishing huts lying in rotted ruins. Acid still sizzling, still eating away at the rotting flesh that was until moments before a human man with blood in his veins and a spring in his step. Hard believe that such ruin came about in a matter of moments.