I walked as if I owned the land but still had my hand over my eyes to protect them from as much as possible dust in the air. My each move forward was fiercely resisted by the dust as if to warn me. The things which lies aheas are beyond what you are capable of. With this significant amount of resistance I would have tucked my tail away and marched back to the place I came from. But sadly I don't have a way back so zip it and let me move forward.
Finally I escaped from the constant dusty air, the parting felt as if parting with a helpful stranger. Who helps us out of nowhere then disappears. For the first thing my feet sensed cold after the long warmth of sand, due to my feets withdrawal response it just hints at the long time I spent walking barefoot on sand walking towards unknown. The second thing that grabbed my attention was enchanting warmth emnated by three moons in the sky. They were aligned in a row felt as if they were schematics of some powerful entity. The third thing which caught my attention was the sight in front. It was like a battlefield . The scene was hauntingly familiar to the tragedy of Gaspel forest as it felt like it was not the result of war. But a inhumane humiliating purge. The sight of tattered corpses along the vast plain was not something one can be used to. All the corpses showed no sign of decay as if they were meant to be preserved or to serve as a sign of warning for the moths that wished to be burned in fire and become the part of this pyre.
The fourth thing I noticed was that the size of the actual individuals who took part in the massacre were of ridiculously large size. They were so large,that the wyrm that I earlier faced was a fish for these people. If they decided to munch on the pseudo dragon, they definitely can. As to why I could tell about their size estimation ? Because I am at awfully high terrain from the actual ground therefore I can see the the land beneath me and observe for myself just what happened. I forced my brain a lot for answer but due to my own limitations I can't guess the workings of the being that were definitely more powerful and have ginormous body frames.
My heart was palpitating fast not because my one slip can be the reason for my eternal sleep but instead just what did they were fighting against ? But once a wise tactician said that thinking too much on the strategiem will first hurt you before it hurts enemy so alway keep clam even when you are fated to loose war and have yourself behaded upon next morrow. You will think that foolish person who lost and was near to death wise. He is wise only because not only he survived but against odds of thousands he bought victory with his own hand. As the tactician was of noble blood according to the rule among royalties. One royal can be punished by other royals so just to enact his punishment the only royalty which recently rose to power was enemy crown prince. The officer in charge wrote a letter for instant swift action for a clean victory. The prince arrived on the day of execution. Thousands of prisoners of war were kept alive as the new power adopted the enemy soldiers to govern the conquered land instead of nobles and Royals which was surely a good move only for short term as prolonging this method could birth a military coup against ruling regime. Therefore nearly all of the captured soldiers were alive at that time. The moment of execution arrived the cuffed tactician having a way with words by using his plea of nobility he arranged a duel between the prince and him. Not many knew the rule because it never existed in first place. Still it was unfavorable for tactician as he was against enemy prince who dared of coup by himself dreaming of being a conqueror. But keeping calm was his code due to his insanely wise choice of words he used the only thing which could lead to a victory. That thing was the opponent himself which translates as such inflate the ego till it burst and booms, use that chance to bless them with their doom. These too were words of wise tactician on a post war publication. As expected the enraged prince fumbled before the wise and due to his fumble he met his demise. That wise tactician then was scholarshiped by the Regalis and now is a librarian lazing his life away without fretting a sweat. But still he is the second most talked after the Chancellor as he became the only living arcane sorcerer the Zenith of magician of all sorts and types. He was first human to marry a dragon and the dragons too allowed it unwillingly as he is founder and owner of a unique magic. This magic was 'The ode of Mana'. This magic is simply a chantless or runeless magic as it twisted the mana of and in itself with a ideally maximum efficiency. He was then evolved from a human into higher form of life at the age of sweet hundred and ten which was true human. He became one of the many reasons that maniacs and miscredited geniuses could find there place in Regalis. Not to mention he was aspiration of all scholars as at age of hundred he married none other than peerless pristine beauty Dragon Queen Canthia. She hails from direct lineage of Primordial dragon family Carlus. The marriage was not a romantic one as at that time the wise tactician aged hundred. He dedicated his all life to advancement of magic with no desire for any worldly attraction. The year he wrote his will that same year itself he was caught in inescapable marriage. As the Carlus family though once was a Primordial dragon family housing dozens of powerhouse was on the verge of decline due to their inability of producing a heir capable of inheriting their Family heirloom the frost of Origin. It was a proof of their genuineness, but due to inbreeding that same trait was weakened forcing them out of Primordial families. That's why Canthia Carlus was forced to marry the then close to zenith human magician in hopes of allying them with Regalis.
But how the hell it happened still puzzels me but this was brought to light later by Chancellor himself in his later publication of Regalis Column.There it was stated that initially Chancellor was against the Idea of allying them with any special force as it forsake their neutral stand. So to provoke Carlus representative Heracle by stating a ridiculous mention of absurd condition of marriage of his daughter and the wise of Regalis. Anticipating their stern refusal the chancellor patted his own self for coming up with such a indigenous excuse. But the reply was in contrast to to his anticipation and Hercales agreed to the marriage so did Canthia.
On the other hand the hermit sorcerer the wise on pumelled chancellor with his wand so much that for the next fortnight the Chancellor barred everybody from entiring his Chambers. At the end after frevorous series of begging Chancellor managed to convince him for marriage and hence they were married. The one of a kind interspecial marriage following dragon and human both species traditions the marriage took place. The beautiful Canthia besides old geezer like him was like casting pearls before swine. Despite their mutual indifference to relationship they respected each other and maintained decorum. Things took turn when Wise one achieved Zenith and miraculously returned to his youth and now on he will be forever young as an immortal life. His appearance became dazzling all wrinkles vanished, the falling muscles firmed themselves up making his body fit again. His pupils were changed to whitish blue colour indicating rebirth of the body with true mana. His white hairs were bought back to their prime majesty of dark black hair. His looks were so beautiful that he had to use spatial transport just travel from his institutional residency to library. His former female students,colleagues and some enemies to started to woo him as they could tell apart a couple in love and loveless couple. But he still had a outlook of ascetic over this situation too. Chancellor laughing heartily in the corner, the reverbs were sensed then he was beaten till unconscious again.
He went his marital home to escape from this constant wooers. But he was unaware of the fact that even Canthia was enthralled by his new looks so when he entered home he was caught and fucked against consent senselessly. Being victim of an assault he confronted Canthia next morning but still escatic Canthia had her way again with him. Then the hermit was tainted with worldly desires and frequently di the deed and kept his marital life happy. Jealous loner Chancellor crying in the corner as he lost a buddy to viciousness called marriage.
Why I reffered him without his name all the time when reciting is because he evolved into true human so this happens when human goes through fifth awakening. After this awakening one looses its mortal identity as the true humans are literally a different life forms. So whenever a human transcends their limits his mortal self is sacrificed in the process birthing a completely new entity itself. The fifth awakening is also called as Metamorphing. His human name was Wade Hildar the brother of Lace Hildar King of Leucind part of Gamel Principality.
Now wise one must be caressing his infant children and I am here facing a obstacle where I can't possibly do anything. There too and here too I am busy hanging by for one more day and people are creating new branch of magics, new techniques achieving laurels, living a accomplished life and here I am busy questioning my life choices. There is thing call human limit which definitely exists even with my transformed body I can not possibly jump and be scat off while landing. Landing what landing it will be just falling and that too in the embrace of death.