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Matt Hein / Fantasy / Draken

The Legacy of the Draken, Rezka Draco

It had been ten years since that fateful day since he had been cast from his very world, a technological empire consistent with mach speed, silicon and machines governing over the people, and into the old world, a land ruled over by kings and nobility predominescent of the old world.

And yet, two thousand years into the future...there he stood, his sword in hand, as he overlooked the conciliate of Faiye, and the province of Lucca.

Standing over the cliff, looking below the ravine ahead, towards the endless grassy fields and emerald forests ahead, the dark morning sky seemed to be scattered with clouds, and the gentle breeze carried the essence of the small province below him, its air tangled with the scent of coffee, hay and the acrid smoke of the smithy.

“Come forth, Akael-me’han...” The man spoke, as the elegant blue winged dragon flew forth from the sky, and landed before him, its wings gracefully spread, as the man took its rains into hand, and the dragon flew off into the distance.

And from the land of the Dragons, the mysterious black swordsman stepped forth from the boundless regions, into the town, his long sword of Auralumin Chrysalis sheathed over his armor, and his torso covered in a cape of black, as it flapped about the breeze.

Stepping into the small village, its streets lined with cobblestone and its small hamlets, the man stopped short of his path, and turned towards the small tavern at the end, as the merchants pushed their carts about, and the commoners went about their common vigils.

“There it is...” The man spoke to his dragon, as he looked towards the small manor ahead, its outskirts of grass and oak trees protected by a rickety old iron fence, and a small walkway cutting through to the old victorian manor ahead, as he stepped towards the old house, and knocked on the ornately carved oak door, as he stood there.

After a lone moment, the door slowly opened, as a young lady looked outwards towards the man and gasped, as she quickly grinned and steped out into the walkway.

“My word! Rezka, what a pleasant surprise! It’s been so long, how goes it, my friend?” The lady asked, as the man looked ahead.

“It goes well, Kimaihn. And how are you, might I ask?”

“Oh, the usual, still working with Mechina, finding old artifacts. But enough about this. Please come inside!” Kimaihn spoke, as she beckoned him inside.

“Eh? You brought Akael as well?”

“Of course, Akael has been my comrade for so many years, without her, I...”

“Rezka? You still look so young, It’s as though you haven’t aged a day...” Kimiahn remarked, as she looked at him with her emerald eyes, as they gliinted in the morning light.

“The same for you, Kimiahn.” Rezka replied, as he Akael waited outside the door silently, folding her azure wings, and closing her eyes.

As they walked inside the finely kept house, Kimiahn closed the ornate oak door, and walked into the kitchen, as she stepped over to the freplace, to tend to her tea kettle.

The room was somewhat small, yet ornate, as the essence of coffee floated about the room, casting a somewhat familiar setting. Sitting above the fireplace, a bust of an anter’s head looked on, almost as though it were alive an well, and hanging on the oak wall, several paintings of the surrounding countryside seemed as though they were windows into the past, possibly the work of a past nameless artisan.

To the side of the room, next to the two oil lamps and a glass window, stood an intricate china cabinet stacked with crystal glass, silver plates, and ancient relics of the past, most of them possibly the remains of a bastion or armament collection.

The ceiling, rising to the second floor, was adorned with chandeliers, and the spiraling staircase at the end of the room, which forked at its center seemed to be quite eminent.

As Kimiahn took the bronze kettle from the fireplace, and walked towards the table in the center of the room, freshly set with fine linen, several glass goblets and a few plates, she set it in the center, and headed towards the small shelf adjacent to the fireplace, quickly returning to the table with a small elerald green bottle, as she and Rezka took a seat opposite each other.

“So, what brings you to Lucca, Rezka?” Kimiahn asked softly, as Rezka took a sip of his tea, a strong brew with the essence of peach, and set his silver goblet down.

“I was travelling the world with Akael, searching for answers to my past, honing my skills as a wizard...” Rezka replied, as Kimiahn looked on with apparent interest.

“And you, Kimiahn?”

“After the near war, I distanced myself from the nobility of Faiye, and was recruited into the local museum committee of Lucca. They’re an odd bunch, a medley of professors, artifacers and scholars, but affable, yes.” Kimiahn replied, as she took another sip of the tea.

As they sat at the table, Kimiahn towards the ornate window, and looked outside, towards the dark morning sky, and the steepled roofs of the local cathedral, her youthful figure still present.

“You know, not a day goes by, that I don’t give thought towards that fateful journey...Rinehart’s demise, Skye’s ascension fo acoylte, your revelations of the past, Jade’s fall into obscurity, and the conciliate’s wayward spiral after Ludan died...those were the days...” Kimiahn sighed, as she turned around to look at Rezka, his fiery hair and dark eyes stil eminent. It was as though he had never aged a day since she met him.

“I saw Scorpio, recently...” Rezka started, as he took a sip of his tea, and poured himself another glass of the ruby brew.

“He was rather apostolic about his affiliation with the order of the Red Dragon...he’s now serving as commander of Gillead’s forces.”

“Scorpio? Leader of a militant city? I never knew he had it in him!” Kimiahn replied, as she looked back towards Rezka.

As they stood there, in Kimiahn’s lavish estate, Rezka could hear Akael outside, as he quickly got up, and headed for the intricate oak door.

As he opened the door, Akael Me’han stood upright, her teeth snarled and her wings ready, as she looked off into the distance. The impending storm was beginning to roll in, even amongst the fiery sky amidst the clouds.

“Rezka!” Kimiahn called, as she darted out of her estate, to meet him in front of her yard in front of the eniment spruce trees that dotted her residence.

“Leaving already?” She asked, with an adventurous grin on her face.

“Of course...”

“Then I’m coming as well...” Kimiahn replied, as Rezka looked back pensively. Still donned in her imperial robes and carrying her mahogany bow from all of those years ago, she oddly looked as though she had hardly aged.

Times had not entirely changed... Rezka thought as the dragon, Akael flew off into the dark sky ahead.

As they flew away from the province of Lucca, towards the horizon ahead, even the cathedral became barely visable, until nothing at all could be seen amidst the fog and forests below.

“Well, then? Where might we be headed?” Kimiahn asked, as Rezka smiled, and looked ahead.

“Wherever the wind takes us...”

This was only the beginning...

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