Once upon a time, in those years of yore, when fire and earth and wind and water reigned over the dimension of man, and the illusions of life in the Realm of Earth, there was, as is now, a history of its own that ran on what it believed to be cycles of good and evil, rise and fall, and triumph and conquest. Hark, lies uncleansed devils, into the streams of proverbial legend, wisdom’s overture begins in the minds of man. Our old trustworthy span of time that punishes life with its stiffened arm of fate, where velocity’s intrepid realization in accelerated science is a pinnacle of humanity, pertains to such frail destiny, awaiting judgment by prevalent faith.
This story, as such, although unique in its origins, may have had its creation in times when values were different, ethics were bright and anew, and mystery was everywhere, indeed hidden when cannot be explained truths to be told, to this very day.
It all begins in the agricultural town of Wus, with their aggravate fire, prior to the foretold invention of the wheel, the landmark of commuters’ voyage a mere homage to monuments of future times. Here, there were scarce populations in farming villages around the world. They survived on medicinal herbs, mostly struggling through short lives, and harvested what they could while surviving against the beasts of an uncivilized era. Beasts that began with the environment of the present mayhem amongst the farmer families, stretched into the cottages with evil spirits that conjured the wrath of the unknown.
Legend has it that during the times of the Dragon, before the invention of transportation and reign of its dominion, human life was either two ways, short-lived, or long with legacy of family and tribal power. The latter was reserved especially for the female of our human species, specifically for installment of new conquest, enterprise into the world of uncontrollable dangers.
Our lady, dominion was given of government, control in limits that would drive at the men of each village. Fair Dian, Princess of the Kingdom ruled by Rall was inhibited until she was almost skeletal in form. Preserved two lifetimes of kingships since her father Afra, the pioneer of the region who had left his family with a league of warriors to travel north and colonize Wus, was fallen in the harsh colds of icy horrors. When the cavemen descended and forced the kingdom to name a new leader, her brother was killed by Rall, and the following dark times for the expanding empire were excruciating.
The poor people of these times had already developed ways of irrigation, and of supporting small amounts of crop growth season to season, but by learning to do this, they had given up their location and identities to the Dragons who ruled the realm. Daemon’s descent from the fire building family that descended from the mountains in the last generation was meant to thwart the Dragon’s threat.
The creation of the Dragon Lord was more complicated than it may seem, now, as the scarce information that reached beyond the measuring rod of written history is vague, because they stopped for reasons, hiding the identity of the Dragon, and the cycles that created it. The Dragons had manifested itself haphazardly at the origins of sapient, by misuse of medicinal herbs by early ancestors. The fierce and feared creature of pre-historic times was an oppressor of the country and the lands inhabited by human kingdom. These beasts were hybrid of man and dinosaur that were wielded in elementary laboratories by primitive scientists. A type of alchemy, and magic that has been long forgotten since the disappearance of the earthly vegetation that yielded such power to the bestowed.
What ended the reign of these Dragons was the eventual birth of an evil Prince, and what happened to him and his youthful companions, and the legions of warriors that were sacrificed to destroy his terror, is the reason we have now the invention of the wheel.
Daemon’s pride was undermined by determined lust for the Princess. However, a Prince from another land far away had arrived in black night, stealing her heart. Daemon cunningly never admitted his jealousy, but instead formed a closer relationship with the Prince. As Dian and the bandit Prince plotted an escape from the kingdom, Daemon eavesdropped from a nearby building, and concocted a plan of his own.
Dragons of all types, of which there is distinctly three, breathe a fire that comes from their bowels where they can turn matter into only two forms of elements; water and body mass. As a dragon thrives on its victims, it grows more aggravated and aggressive. The dragon can also control lightning, during thunderstorms, unless the Gods otherwise had forbid it. This means that when the Dark Prince and his companion, Daemon, stole into the Royal alchemy laboratory, and pursued to steal the ingredients and toxins to make the Dark Prince immortal, they did not realize that the main compound in the formula would react during composition in ways that would magnetically attract the very elements out of the existent Dragons on the planet, disintegrating them into dust, as it gathered the power of the multitudes into a unified, immortal, Dragon Lord.
What Daemon did next was pure madness, as he immediately grabbed the Dragon's tail, and bit into it with his bare teeth at the tip, in act of brave genius, causing the Dragon Lord to bend immediately to Daemon's will, as the tail of the monster began to slowly dissolve into smoke. This is when Daemon threw the tail into a ready bucket of water, and although the water in the bucket started to boil and evaporate, the Dragon's pain was relieved.
Daemon's plan was to use the Dragon Lord to kill all his personal enemies, including the King and Queen. Daemon sent the Dragon Lord to the King and Queen's chamber, but when the Dragon reached the old castle he appeared as the young Prince again, at the gates. The guards let him in, and the Prince cleverly made his way into the chamber, himself, and murdered her parents in cold blood. The Dragon Lord flew to Daemon, who had moved to the high mountain near the town. Here, the Dragon Lord and Daemon waited for night to pass, while the Dragon soaked his tail in the natural springs on the mountainside.
Only one wise man in the whole country knew of the whole Legend of the Dragon Lords, so, one young alchemist went to seek him out. When he found the old wise man, he discovered the weakness. That night, during a rainstorm, the alchemist and the wise man left towards the town. As they gathered themselves against the brutal gusts of the storm, on the bridge, they saw the Dragon flying down the valley of the river. They followed its trail to the spring on the mountain, and while Daemon was nowhere nearby, they assaulted the defenseless monster and ripped out its heart. Daemon returned, at the last moment, and snatched the heart from the hands of the alchemist, and pushed the wise man down the mountainside. Suddenly, the alchemist revealed his secret weapon.
This is where it gets complex to comprehend, when the cycle of Dragon must really be understood. The Dragons were born of a special herb bound to the human genetic sequence through exposures. The Dragon is then bound to the element of Earth, until it is either stricken by lightning and transcends to the sky, or is killed by any other predator. The Dragon that has died can only be reborn into the sky, where the herbs that were used to create it, become crystalized, and the Dragon can return to Earth as a giant monster, up to twice the original size. If the Dragon is killed at that point, again, which most do while they are more fragile and nearly transparent apparitions that shined light wherever they walked, breathing fire, but never again flying, Dragons become harnessed only by waters of Earth and seas and oceans, where the Dragon’s final form is a serpent that can jump from the water, and fly across the land, scouring it with fire, but must always return to amphibious nourishment of water. Dark Prince, Dragon Lord, he was different however, a unique kind of Dragon, never seen before.
The alchemist grabbed from his bag, an artifact that had been once stolen from a volcanic Dragon cave, where one Dragon had slain another, and two pieces of the shining crystal that had been blown with fire at such intense temperatures, had created two round shields. When the alchemist grabbed the armful of heavy metal from the bag, the Dragon bellowed loud, causing an earthquake, and the other one fell down to the wise man, below. This special metal, which had been crystals formed in the eyes of battle, threw the water from the rainclouds, and the water in the spring on the mountainside, and the rivers nearby, the entire essence of all water in a mile radius, blown back away from the mountaintop. Lightning, as if from the Gods, struck the Dragon and killed it, as the metal shields exploded into flames.
The alchemist and wise man told the townspeople what they had seen. Daemon was banished in exile, and died alone, in the wilderness. This is the original Dragon’s tale of glory holes.