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Long ago, before the birth of man, there was the Darakhun.

Great beasts of immense strength and intelligence, they ruled the young world. Massive reptiles with scales like the strongest shield, teeth like daggers, and breath that killed. There were four castes to their civilization. The reds were the infantry, wingless but with powerful limbs, their breath was an explosion of flame. Blues were also wingless but were master magicians, serpentine bodies that could fly by the power of magic alone and breath like lightning. The silvers were the elite guards and knights, massive wings and a scream that could crumble mountains. The blacks were the politicians and ruling class, slim of body and with weak wings, they only used their poisonous breath in self defense.

Once every generation is born a golden darakhun that rules over them all. When the old one dies, a new one is born. But something happened. The last golden king died and no new golden eggs were found. The black darakhun panicked. They plotted in secret to bring back the old king with necromancy, the forbidden art. But no blues would agree to do it. So they kidnapped them and sacrificed them to power the ritual. When the foul deed was done the bones of the old king rose and were given a foul life. He claimed the blacks as his own and corrupted their minds. Each black tore the flesh of their wings as a sign of their servitude. Thus was the start of the reign of the white king.

A great war erupted between the white kings followers and the other darakhun. The reds and blues were quickly destroyed by the unholy strength of his army, but the silvers battled bravely until the eventually broke through his defenses and slew him for good. The few remaining blacks scattered but the silvers were too few to pursue. Eventually each side died out until only one of each was left. The last silver and the last black found each other and a great battle took place.

But in the years that the darakhun were dying, man had grown and learned. Their civilization was just beginning and already there were powerful sorcerers capable of great magics. The battle between the darakhun drew these sorcerers and they feared for the damage the last remaining beasts would cause. So they pooled their resources and enacted a magnificent spell to seal them away forever. But something went wrong and the darakhun were instead bound together into one body. The shock killed them, however, and the sorcerers were content. And so man grew without the influence of the darakhun.

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Centuries later...

An order of monks has sprouted. Able to channel the spirit of animals they seek to bring order and peace between man and nature. It is because of these shaman that we know so much about the darakhun for there are those amongst them that channel darakhun spirits.

It is here we find the focus of our tale. A young shaman by the name of Jarrok who is about undertake the ritual to find his own spirit. Unaware of his destiny and living out his last remaining days as an ordinary young man. What does fate have in store for him? Why is his life so important? The answers to these questions must wait for another time...
Yeah, okay. Not happy with this.

But I wanted to write something like I said I would and here you go.

Sorry for those of you expecting an Out of Gas but this story is one of those that have been stuck in my brain for quite a while.

Let me know what you think. I will be posting another story idea later. I'll probably only do one of them so I'll leave it open to which you would rather read.
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Sammysan's avatar
I really liked it, kinda fantasy/mistery, you should continue this one too. =p