Aragon: The Dragon Chronicles Prologue

Prologue: 51 AD.

An old man weakly climbs himself up the massive amount of cold concrete stairs as he sees a temple in his sight. Every step caused a great amount of pain in the mans’ chest, but he had to deliver his last message to the Great Lord of Astana, Gallbatrox of the Fire. As he reached the last step he collapsed in a heap. The guards of the Temple slowly walked to the old man’s lifeless body. As they are searching the body, one of the guards signals to another to see a note he had found. One of them slowly unfolded the note until another halted him.

“ Leave it for the Great Lord to read. It is the man’s last wish.” So the guard folded the note back up and strolled over to the Temple entrance and opened the giant doors leading into the Room of the Warriors. The guard slowly walked toward the leader of the Warriors. A well-built armor covered Warrior named Asaroth. He snatched the note out of the guards cold shaking hands. He slowly unfolded the note. A look of nervousness crossed his face.

“ I must show this to the Lord.” Asaroth says and jogs toward the doors with the Chinese symbol of “ Great One” on them. Asaroth does not bothers to knock and barges into one of the Great Lords’ meetings. Gallbatrox angrily got out of his seat and ran at Asaroth and grabbed his neck.

“ What is the meaning of interrupting a meeting with the Elders?!” Asaroth immediately hands him the note. Gallbatrox loosens his grip on Asaroth and opens the note. Asaroth falls on his knees coughing up blood. Gallbatrox is in shock of what is said in the note.

“ The Denti are looking for a savior. One who could beat me and the whole of Astana. Humph, they are so naïve. No one can beat me!” Gallbatrox states. Asaroth snickers at the statement. Gallbatrox turns to Asaroth slowly. Asaroth stares directly in Gallbatrox’s eyes.

“ The Denti will beat you. You are the one who is naïve.” Asaroth says. Gallbatrox’s eyes glare with anger. Asaroth pulls out his sword. Gallbatrox laughs at the sight. “ You think that you can possibly beat me?. Gallbatrox snickers. “ Well.. You can try!” Asaroth rushes straight at Gallbatrox. Gallbatrox quickly pulls out his sword. A smile goes across Gallbatrox’s face. “ It’s over.” Suddenly, Asaroth’s sword cracks. Hundreds of steel shards fell to the rock ground. Gallbatrox swings his sword at Asaroth. Asaroth smirks and suddenly vanishes into thin air. Gallbatrox is in shock. Then his shock turns to anger.

“ How could that traitor do this?!” Gallbatrox throws his sword to the ground in frustration and screams at the top of his lungs. From outside the Temple, Asaroth appears and hears the screams of Gallbatrox.

“ I swear to the Queen Of Denti, that I will find the true savior.” Asaroths says to himself. He grasps a steel dragon in his hand as he vanishes from the front of the Temple.