Part One of a three-part epic fantasy
Burned into ash on the cemet’ry gate
Their spell seals strong souls but can’t fix our fate
I turned the key clockwise, and it just turned back
Whispers through trees turned the cloudless sky black
Learned when an asp bit a much baser snake
I call upon arts that make ancient tombs quake
“Cursed are the souls with such venomous hate
Wisps flow and encircle the dead in a spate
First from above to feed: Godly attack
Swirling down fast, neither speed nor force lack
Worst pits await souls who made the mistake
Ensnaring the Gods who make dusk and daybreak"
Trying the key again, my power grows
Energy, called upon – now the lock glows
Dying in dirt is a seed still unsown
Light wakes the night in a way that’s well known
Flying in fast is a beast from old lore
Sorcery stirs it from sleeping once more
Cunning and killing are all that it knows
Diving with jaws and claws out for its foes
Running, I reach for an old dragon’s bone
Digging through relics from when the moon shone
Stunning and shocking the beast to its core
Crashing, the creature cries out a loud roar
Crawling as close as it can to then speak
It gnashes its teeth when it opens its beak
Calling to me, a poor try at deceit
“Grind that bone now and admit your defeat”
Stalling for time, hoping that it still feeds
“Crushing this now isn’t one of my needs”
I cast a fast spell and the beast starts to shriek
Marrow fills glyphs in the bone in a streak
The blast’s such a force that it has no retreat
Sinew and cartilage spill out, replete
Last for the beast, the chimera then bleeds
Innards outpour, and it dies on the reeds
The gate then unlatches as torches ignite
A path leads the way, and it seems to invite
Fate draws me forward, and I must abide
Though passage is tough for the trail isn’t wide
Straight up a hill and toward tombs up on high
Through overgrown grass that goes up to thigh
The gravestones are ancient; my brethren’s last sight
The battle was lost, but our time is this night
Enslaved bones will win when moon changes tide
Fighting together once I am inside
Engraved stones still bodies whose souls never die
The war is now starting – man: to horrify
Drawn torch from a sconce, I stop on the spot
Booming, a heavy stone drops – like I’m caught
Pawn of a trap – made for man, not a God
Thunderous sounds, they may frighten a clod
Gone is the way out, but I have my arts
Roaring, my command spell echoes then parts
Lit are the torches – I’m off like a shot
Racing for friends that I never forgot
Hit a dead end; I can see the façade
Though moving so quickly, I spot something odd
Writ on a wall, a worn warning imparts
The speediest spirits, here, feed on all hearts
Glowing light almost leads; now I found the latch
Beneath me sounds hollow, just barely detatch’t
Knowing the stone moves, I head down the stairs
Below winding staircase, met by scared stares
“Going to defend our guard, we King’s Elite
Under God’s protection, we shall ne’er be beat”
Chopping my arm, “I have power you can’t match
My arts make blood boil… And I’m cooking a batch”
Stopping my attack is a talisman one wears
Sorcery lights through his shirt and it glares
Lopping it from neck – protected – is a feat
Spell cast on stone column: “Got someone to meet”
Grinding the talisman ‘til its power’s released
Battl’ng in five dimensions ‘til my pow’r’s increased
Finding no time to waste, I unsheathe my sword
Fight is child’s play with the power it can ward
Binding blood to the blade can cut holes in the skies
Facing an army of these is truly unwise
“Take solace, but you didn’t mean the least”
Driven to the ground, the men need a priest
Making this better, I drill armor ‘til they’re cored
Stomping, I drink and feel strength half restored
Breaking this curse so my family can rise
And razing their castle ‘til the King dies
Last of my line perhaps; there’s no one around
The lowest of times, I hope I’ve already found
Past chambers, down corridor; until I descend
A ground floor: a graveyard I’m looking to mend
Cast with crystal to reflect light between them
The planet itself starts to tremble at my whim
Shattering each crystal and thrown to the ground
Each shard releases power: Gods it astounds
Scattering powder ‘cross the cavern to send
The fragments flying so my family I’ll defend
Mattering most to me is freeing these phantoms
Crystals aside, now we are their problems
Stone tombs, each with ash spells, ensnare loved ones
Cast spell with dragon bone while the blood runs
Bone glowing, I fill glyphs with some from my kind
And use my own blood; this time, I won’t mind
Lone soldier no more – I release a whole army
My arts will now save us from all who harmed me
I summon the power from near and far suns
And reach to dimension that awes and stuns
Why suddenly it turns out that we’re in a bind
My art was flawless, but they need to be dined
Thy stunningly saved and finally free
A truly magical meal – sure it will be
The rumbling made the King send out a squad
To check on the tombs because so help his God
The mumbling cursed us abominations
“Just make sure that they’re still on vacations”
The bumbling fool – we now walk with the livin’
And we’ll make sure that you won’t be forgiven
To send out twelve soldiers, your judgment was flawed
They all fell quickly while my growing group gnawed
Go lend out your lives; we’ll sell terminations
They all die young in those slow-learning nations
No men die here or really get sick even
They were just held by a curse they were given
Spells broke one by one; no killing the pure
Our power increases like I found the cure
Well from guards’ remains and the stars
The pow’r from the moon and blood from afar
Hellish dimensions draw marrow, sinew, gore
We’ll never be weak like we were just before
“Back with the living..? I was doing just fine, sir”
We guffaw and welcome back Lev Alexander
“Flack for fighting dragon and suffering scar”
I chuckle and tell them my tales of bizarre
Tracked and trained Dyer, the beasts from old lore
No one laughs near them – face all teeth – omnivore
Also, when mouths close, ears snap like a beak
Echolocation lets them see if they’re meek
False though is the claim that Dyers ne’er die
Mythic and beastly – wait – I heard a cry
Calls, no question, from a Dyer in my trap
Arts led him to me like I held a map
Tapped a small bet and paid in a week
Up the crag of jagged rock to go peek
Trapped but not hurt, so I fed venison thigh
I spent time with the youngster – I won’t even lie
Wrapped in blankets in a basket of burlap
I bent metal for a cage and a lead with a strap
Night came where I didn’t need the cage or lead
We hunted as one; bonding, fighting with speed
Sight, aim, fire – they’re expired – we move along
A team of two ripping through King’s Army’s strong
Right famous to some; infamous to majority
My partner made me feel safe, no sword with me
No fear of each other since we always feed
Sacrifice for him; same, he returned deed
Woe here gripped me since we’d never belong
All my friends martyrs; the world did us wrong
Though years had passed – still, dragon priority
We were both injured under its authority
Very Interesting Read. Visiting part 2 to read. ⚔️🗡🛡🏹