<p> First of all, to clarify that art is not mine, is made by <a href="../profile/5d937045-7a74-4275-8ed7-24c14cce73ff" target="_blank" rel="noopener">Dracaena</a> in this <a href="../content/592" target="_blank" rel="noopener">Post</a> (ig this's the original art) </p>
<p>Here the history, enjoy ::D</p>
<p style="padding-left: 120px;"><strong>The lightning in the dark</strong></p>
<p>It was a nice Friday afternoon, I got up from my bed a little sleepy, this day was special, since our Lord would return from his lethargy, the last time I saw him he was a child, at that time the houses were not mature, they were of straw, the cheapest material we could afford, there were also not many of us after the attack on the central city, until a noble lord welcomed us all under his bosom, we took us to the mountains where my tribe pays tribute, or so Mom told me, since my memories of that day are diffuse, I remember some horses screaming, an immense shadow rising over the clouds, but I will never forget the song of the lightning, fleeting and uncontrollable, an indomitable beast. </p>
<p>I take the afternoon like any other, without much difference, when I leave, the noble's entourage intercepts me, annoyed for making them wait and that in the name of the noble they would punish me, but that he was too "noble" to allow that to happen. , then I was taken to the central house, similar to my friends' houses, a circle with sticks with a thatched roof in the shape of a cone. Once inside, I was treated to some beautiful things, bathed in "dirty water" and taken to the beak. Higher in the mountain, during the climb, I felt like my skin was being eaten away by the cold, to the point that I no longer felt anything about myself, only the agitated pace of my companions, the clouds that surrounded us and the beautiful town that I could see below. ours, today the clouds did not persist, thunder sounded around me, the wind is strong without a doubt, my footsteps are getting smaller, I feel like my body is failing me little by little. </p>
<p>Until for the first time in a long time since I started this journey, I heard the lightning, giving me the strength to continue, while the nobleman's follower was nowhere to be found, during my climb I only saw them moving away, it is a fact that perhaps they have longer than me up here. </p>
<p>Near the chasm, I found a small altar, some inscriptions quite similar to some books that we have about the central city, the inscription says: "before the primeval fire, we were here, before the first man raised the hammer and the sickle for work, I was here, since I, grant my...". </p>
<p>Inside me, another lightning bolt sounded, stunning my being, my body finally fails, I rest on the altar, I long for my bed, but the ice on my body is more than enough consolation to remember that fribolity, the lightning flashes more sounds in which my body awakens once again, but I feel nothing, only the blowing around me, the afternoon that once covered my world, is now a darkness, a gray provided by the infinite clouds around me, I am no longer in my body</p>
<p>I float through the new valley, I did not realize when it happened, but the cold was such that, although perhaps someone else would be happy not to feel their death because it is not my case, that is terrifying the cold is treacherous, it may feel good at first, but when you lose sensitivity it is at least something fun, trying to move through the adjacent space I notice that my efforts are no longer worth it, the power that surrounds me does not even belong to me I notice my surroundings but it is fog that covers everything, it allows me to see the altar, along with what would be my body, and the nobleman's trail, desperation can be a weapon, but here, even if I tried for what I felt it was An hour nothing passed, in that time the lightning flashes stopped, and now I hear the beating of something big, in the distance, a cloud bigger than the others is approaching, it doesn't matter what color, it's just the same as the shadow that I remember As a child, soon, an electric energy covers my being, the fog clears, revealing a dragon with blue scales, a fairly long tail and wings much larger than its body, some thorns cover it, but it is difficult to see it through so much fog.</p>
<p>The little one begins to sing, one of them takes my lifeless body and places it on the altar table while they continue singing, the energy boils inside me, seeking to be released to kill them, how can they leave me here? Or better yet, what is a dragon doing here? </p>
<p>"All your questions will be answered, just let yourself flow" the energy around me begins to take shape, but the voice apparently in my head speaks, the dragon now flying around me, maintaining a distance, the chant follows the noble cessation At this point, two of them approach my body and throw it down the mountain, the energy around me goes out, the form I had is reduced, my strength wanes, and the dragon makes an attack, consuming what little it has. "Very good, now it's time for you to join your past, son of the sun"</p>
<p>At the end of the day, afternoon, or night, my senses diminished until the next morning, I woke up again in the afternoon, but unlike the previous day, there was no beautiful sun that adorned the sky, nor a comfortable bed to support me, It was just me, the dragon... (end)</p>
