Zekey
A mocking rictus formed on his face, and he simply waved his arm.
"People are are fools. Ignoring your own roots? To turn your back on the great unknown. Their behavior is like a decapitated chicken, running in circles and doomed to repeat the same mistakes over and over until you die."
The mere notion was enough to make him laugh, or puke, or both and every reaction in-between. It was the abhorrent sickness of the human mind, the foolishness that plagued his father.
"Anyways, these dragons were the real deal, but don't think of them as the scaly little critters that look like lizards who had too much chili. Creatures of their level are much closer to the realm of the gods, their forms go beyond the flesh and soul. They are pure power, no different than divine blades able to rend entire pantheons. And yet, they were the ones caged away by them in the end. Ain't that ironic?"
As he spoke, shadows danced around the two, illustrating an ancient story, a war between a great race of people and an entire world that simply wished to end. No matter their power, their wishes were nothing in the faces of the absolute power of the gods.
"They, no, we were given each a box of crayons, able to paint this universe in whatever shape we wished. But they only gave us one color. I will never understand why people fret over such meaningless rabble. Don't they wish to see what the great legends looked like?"
All of a sudden his eyes lit up, with them a terrible hunger like a black flame that once swallowed an entire world.
"Don't they wish to gain their power?"
