Fan Fiction ❯ The Ever Burning Flames ❯ City of Dranurt ( Chapter 2 )

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City of Dranurt

Dremon flew above the clouds, and the stars glittered brightly, but the poison the Nadroms injected would soon have an enormous effect on Dremon. He knew he couldn't possibly fly all the way to Dranurt before the poison took effect, yet he had to try somehow to make it. Dremon flew aimlessly toward Dranurt, he thought hopelessly of what to do. As he flew, he jerked left and right trying to keep a straight course. Every few minutes he dropped lower toward the trees that covered the ground, one of his wings stung with pain from a wound a Nadrom had slashed in it with its sharp knife like claws.

The dark night sky grew lighter showing that the night was growing old. Dremon struggled on, trying to keep above the clouds, so he can see his enemies but they can't see him. It was not an easy task with a torn wing and poison rushing through his veins, within every passing minute a pain stirred in Dremon becoming greater and greater, but he refused to stop, for he knew if he could not protect Dranurt from his brother they would all be dead before the end of the day. Though the Dragons of Dranurt were strong, Dremon's brother, known only as the Evil One, was far stronger. He was almost there when the pain from the poison had reached Dremon at full strength. He tumbled from the sky into the forest and like a large boulder hitting the many trees then with a booming crash, which echoed in the nearby Mountains of Nashuum, hit the ground.

"I must go on," muttered Dremon struggling to get up. "I must protect my people before it is too late."

Badly bruised and cut, Dremon stood up and folded his battered wings. He walked on through the forest. For acres the forest ran, with hideous, small creatures that hide in the earth and in the giant trees five times the height of Dremon. First on two legs he walked on until he could not make it anymore. He then fell on to his front legs and walked on all fours, the sky grew very light and the first light of the sun waved across the land. The enormous trees did not let in the light. It still lay in darkness like it has never dawned before and never will. A glint of light from ahead caught Dremon's attention, looking up he saw the end of the forest and a large fall into a scatter of trees and a bit further was Dremon's destination, Dranurt. Surrounding the lush area of Dranurt was a large protective wall that domed the large area. It was clear like glass yet harder than anything. The dome was extremely high; it seemed the reach beyond the sky itself. Two enormous doors, a quarter of the entire dome, blocked the entrance from unwelcome visitors.

In his happiness of finally reaching his destination, Dremon let out three loud roars. He became weak and fell off the cliff into the large scatter of trees, before hitting the ground he spread his wings and began to glide toward the city entrance. Just at the entrance Dremon fell with a crash. The Dragons of Dranurt were alerted and ran toward the closed gates. The leader Dremon assigned to protect the other Dragons was Remtar, who stood near the gates and waved a claw muttering silently to the gate so no one could hear, "Nusrunda." The gates opened slightly so they may pear out. At the sight of Dremon a burst of excitement exploded in the crowd Dragons that gathered at the gate, but Remtar silenced them and dragged Dremon carefully into great city.

The females flew Dremon toward the Lake of Healing, in the exact middle of the large city of Dranurt. No reflections show in the Lake's surface, not even the beautiful trees that surrounded it showed their reflections, the Lake's color was pure blue reminding many people of Dremon's Dragon hide. Surrounding the Lake of Healing was surrounded by a great meadow of green grass with a scatter of trees. The entrances to the buildings were atop platforms that stuck out so the Dragons may fly and land there. Atop a pole on a rather large building was a flag; on the flag was a picture of a flame. This showed the element of the city. Each country has an element the people of it may control. Dranurt is one of the Cities that have control over fire.

Dremon took a long drink from the lake, and in a matter of seconds his wounds healed and the poison vanished from his veins. Dremon got up and roared loudly to show he was back and well. The Dragons cheered gratefully and some roared back to show their approval and happiness. The Dragons of Dranurt already knew their problem. Dremon flew upon a platform that floats above the lake so all can hear what he has to say.

"Dragons of Dranurt, Knights of Fire, My Children," began Dremon. "I am afraid I must move on once again, this time to Maerdya, for in Maerdya all our answers lay. But I am also afraid to leave you all. But someone must go on this mission, the Lord of the Unicorns and King of the Horses, Lord Astrono has already set off on his own journey to Maerdya, I am to meet Lord Astrono at Dermor. This mission was assigned to twenty people all over the world, and we are to travel to the east and destroy that which frightens us. But I shan't do anything with out the permission of my people."

There was a burst of voices as many of the Dragons talked to each other of the situation. Most of them yelled back to Dremon "Yes General Dremon! Yes!" some did not answer at all.

"Very well," Dremon said softly. "I shall leave first light on the morrow, and I shall have my Dragon Knights protecting our fair city while I am away, take care my people. If anything happens to this city, evacuate immediately and travel to Maerdya. If that fails, follow my trails."

The Dragons talked in loud voices of this while taking flight back to the many shops and homes where they were before the meeting. Dremon sighed and flew from the platform to a large palace; he entered the library and looked through a book called The Book of Ancient Legends, seeking for an entry for a power of Flames of which the enemy seeks.

Looking through the book he saw an interesting drawing of a large pit that seemed to be filled with fire as if it were liquid a large arch was over the pit of flames and on the arch was ancient writing, the picture seemed familiar. Dremon read the writing in curiosity.

Beware of the Flames, they came from hell,

Near them evil will always dwell.

Throughout the day, throughout the night,

You shall not leave without a fight.

You cannot run, you cannot hide,

The Flames have eyes that are fierce and wide.

A creature lurks within the Flames.

You must enter without your shames.

Enter the temple at your own dares,

Or else the Flames shall take your cares.

Near the Flames evil will always dwell,

Beware of the Flames…for they came…from hell.

This…ancient writing…seemed strange to him. He looked the writing over and over trying to find a meaning in it yet if he looked over it once he looked over it a million times and never did he find a proper meaning. He sighed and set the book back upon the shelf. Flipping the words over and over within his head, Dremon left the palace and flew to the Lake of Healing, and sat in thought in under one of the large beautiful trees, looking out upon the smooth lake surface.

"I'd better get ready. It shall be a long road to Dermor tomorrow." Dremon thought aloud.

After thinking a bit more of the poem, Dremon flew up toward the top of the dome force field like glass and watched as the sun painted the skies a glittering mixture of pink, orange and blazing red. The moment it grew dark enough so it was hard for you to see, the brilliant lights of Dranurt were alight. Dremon flew back to the palace and entered his quarters. Dremon slept comfortably in a Dragon fashioned bed. Dremon suddenly awoke in a different world…or was he still sleeping?