Chapter 13 - 13 Conflict of Interest (1/2)
Sitting upon a large blue diamond throne grown with magic by my children and descendants, I try to ignore its radiant glow of Mystical Mana.
My head resting on my fist, I contemplate the source of my frustration.
I shifting my frowning gaze toward the throne room that used to be a dining hall.
Remembering this I think back on how my offspring have remodeled most if not all of the castle.
The large living room that where I taught so many of my children to walk and told them stories of The Great One Ethereal, now refurbished into a dining hall.
The many playrooms converted into a lounging area's to drink tea and gossip like women.
The great kitchen now filled with servants who won't even allow me in for a midnight snack.
My hundreds of children's rooms from their childhoods turned into bland guest rooms, barracks, and small armories.
I shift my eyes to my overly large fancy chair my children call a throne.
Worst of all I am forced to sit upon this chair all day without rest, just in case one of my own children wish for an ”Audience” I can't even freely visit them and I am stuck here till nightfall.
Of all the things, why this, I just want to relax and spend time with my family.
Thinking back I try to remember what started it all.
Oh, right I had children.
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Standing on the large hill before Steep Peak, Thaya, and Drayon at my sides, The Oracle Seri subdued gazing at the ground, our great army at our back, I reminisce on how we achieved all this.
Using our increased magical abilities, and our words of power we slew the drake that destroyed our village.
Afterward we slew every spitfire, wyvern, drake, and dragon we could find, ha sentient dragons my a.s.s.
They were all just mindless beasts who feasted on the destruction of others.
Slowly but surely we eliminated multiple threats from the Descent Jungles while gathering followers.
We conquered tribes after tribe was seizing their lands, many even submit willingly to us, others surrender the moment they knew who we are.
That was the hardest tribe to conquer.
Knowing Oracle are gifted by The Great One with extremely powerful defense mechanisms, we slowly corrupted, replaced, or converted her tribal leaders and priests.
Finally, we had converted the entire upper echelon anyone besides the Oracle Seri slaughtered, and there were so few.
The Oracle realizing that her entire tribe had been conquered, was surrounded without ever laying a hand on her, she submitted.
Now here we stand having conquered our entire race, even having placed a foothold in the horned one's territory just recently discovered on the forest's edge.
My people at my back, my friends at my sides, and our oldest enemy in front of us.
Dragons.
Signaling the archers to ready their bows, I stare out at Steep Peak relishing in the thought of slaying these ”Pure-Dragons” a grin spreads across my safe.
Jayarc, ”Fire!”
Shelving books in the High Tower with my wife Emerald, Razyl followed by Jesyl, Reyla, and Acyl barge into my place of work Razyl clearly upset.
Razyl shouts angrily, ”Rocyl whats are you doing, your followers have already launched an attack on the sacred dragons.”
Shocked my hand stops the book I was shelving dropping to the floor, I turn towards him.
Rocyl, ”What, did you just say?”
Razyl, ”Huah, crap, you clearly did not know.
Alright, come we must report this to father before things become worse.”
Rocyl, ”Ah, Yes.”
Razyl and the others flying down the staircase, as I follow behind them a sense of urgency running through me.
We fly over the plains, hills, and forests, quickly passing over the walled of the city that's never even been attacked.
Landing on the steps of the castle and barging in through the doors, we are met with the angry countenance of our father, king of the gods.
Myc, ”What have you done?”
Razyl, ”Father we apologize but Rocyl's foll”
Myc interrupts angrily, ”I know very well what happened!
This is all because of your arrogance!
First, you decided among yourselves that those of specific colors are superior!
Second, you proclaim yourselves gods!
Third, you all start cults to worship you when they should only be worshipping Ethereal!
Now you give power to your cultists disrupting the balance Ethereal himself put in place, and allow them to attack dragons!
It was one thing when they attack the dragon's descendants who had become mindless beasts, but now they attack the sacred guardians created by Ethereal himself for the sole task of protecting Origin and our realm gifted to us by him.
You Dare!
Now I have no choice but to directly report this to The Great One Ethereal himself.”
Father sits back on his throne his eyes closed as he presumably contacts The Great One, through their link.
There's nothing I can do but accept my punishment now.
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I focus my mana in both my hands filling it with my killing intent, while I focus mana in my mouth as I recite divine runes that take form a flowing down from my mouth into the air like a river flow into my mana orbs in both hands, rotating around them as I fill them with curses.
The arrows still raining down at the Steep Peak, I shoot my two cursed mana orbs at the mountain.
Soaring through the leaving trails of blue behind them they smash into the mountain with an explosion of rippling mana, causing a large rockslide down the half face me.
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Craning my neck upward I turn my head toward the clan's vice head.
Clan Vice Head, ”You three go see what that racket is on about outside!
Now!
The last thing we need is another earthquake the last one woke up Master Le Fang.
If it's not an earthquake silence whatever it is and do not return until you do, we can, not afford to disturb the masterful Old Dragon.”
Getting up with the others we quickly head out the nearest entrance our black smooth scales shinnying in the starlight as we spread our leathery black wing and take flight, our large strong legs launching us off the cliff face.
As we come to the other side of Le Fang Peak we see an entire horde of wildes dressed in bronze armor firing arrows and magic at out clan's head mountain.
Le Ha, ”Shit, they are of the favored races.”
Le Ho, ”This is bad Le Ha.”
Le Ha, ”We can't lay a finger on them.
It is ordained by The Great One that we protect them and all of his precious creations.”
Le Zo, ”Indeed Le Ha, not to mention our elders say the same thing.
Perhaps if we warn them or scared them with a simple shout?”
Le Ha, ”Perhaps, but it could easily backfire.
However, I don't know what else we can do.”
Le Ho, ”If Old Dragon Master Le Fang wakes up from his slumber…
It' worth a shot.”
Le Ha, ”Agreed.”
Le Zo, ”Agreed.”
Le Ho, ”Agreed.”
Le Ha and I both look at Le Ho while each raising a scaly brow.
Le Ha, ”Le Ho, You don't need to agree with yourself, out loud.
It is unbecoming.”
Le Ho, ”Of course Le Ha, my apologies.
I will work hard to improve myself.”
Le Ha, ”It is good you understand Le Ho.”
Suddenly a smaller wilde at the head of his horde launches a powerful spell at Le Ho, damaging his wing.
Le Ho, Le Ha and Le Zo all roar, ”YOU DARE ATTACK A PURE-BLOODED DRAGON!!!!”
Le Ho swops in toward them in anger.
I let at a roar following shortly, as Le Ha tilts his head back spewing forth massive flames, before following ready to kill these ingrates with us.
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By Ethereal's Bottomless Eyes they can talk.