Searon: Undying Warrior
By Alan Price
“The breaking war”
Searon pushed his umbrella up over his face to cover it from the approaching storm. The strong wind blew a few of the attached leaves of the umbrella off of the tied sticks, but Searon made the umbrella well enough for it to be hardly effected. The length of his hair had increased much since the last time people had seen him. His hair now dangled past his shoulders a bit and stayed as straight as a comb could keep it. He held the umbrella with his left hand as he clenched his right fist. Searon swerved his eyes past his fist and back to it. The only thing he lived for now was anger and revenge. After his fellow friends betrayed him he had no place to go. He’d never get his revenge but he stayed alive so if he’d ever see them again it’d be their last memory.
The cold weather of Dizaer, a large land surrounded by an ocean, had kept him in place. The land of Dizaer mostly inhabited Dragons and Elves. Both are kind to strangers; except to any who aren’t kind to the dragons. For at least forty thousand years the two species lived in peace and harmony, but whenever there’s a creature without a human form that is born with an idea of power that usually is the one focused on. It happens to humans too, but every time a human does something not right it is glanced upon. Thus making humans seem like a great race. However, Dragons are thought to be a race of creatures that destroy when it’s only one dragon a century that starts it. It all started with a dragon named Salamindara that became corrupted with power. After that it seemed all dragons were evil.
Searon peered up at the sky and watched a bolt of lightning strike a fur tree. Searon found it quite humorous how when it struck the fur burst unharmed, but the tree became no more. It reminded him of the way lizards eat birds; it happens extremely fast and after it’s over all that is left is a few feathers floating in the air. The wilderness land of Dizaer stared to change greatly, more than it had in the past forth thousand years. Another dragon was born that decided that dragons should be rulers. This one was quite smarter than most of the power hungry ones; this one decided to find followers. Slowly like poison he sank in words that betrayed the elves. In the dragon land under the surface deep in the tunnels the word started spreading. Most likely, Searon knew, it would go too far. Still he sat in the darkness watching it all happen. There were four great dragon clans: Ice Dragons, Fire Dragons, Acid Dragons, and normal. The colors of the dragons match the names of blue, red, green, and grey. The fire and normal dragons are the most aggressive. Ice dragons are rarely heard of because they are the friendliest. Both the fire and acid dragons live in tunnels underground to stay away from the cold. The Ice dragons lived deep within the mountains and the normal dragons lived wherever they pleased.
Searon is a man of foresight. He can see glimpses of the short future and he knew when the war would begin. Still in the shadows he sat and waited. Time made an effect of him; it almost drove him insane. In less than two hours a new war would enter the world again, and Searon decided to take a closer look to see how it started. In a tree he sat and closed his eyes trying to remember what it felt like to be happy but nothing entered his mind. He returned his attention to the city of elves.
Elves are a high society people with schedules and are considered rarely fun. All elves wore their hair long and only cut to their shoulders, but never shorter. Their hair is every color of the rainbow and even more. The skin of an elf is something more than beauty. There are colors like blue, purple, pink, human, black, tan, red, orange, and many more. Their skin color was often light in color while their hair matched their body but of a dark texture of the color. There are different meanings to the colors of the elf skin. Like purple meant elegant and beautiful while being a brave warrior. Black is fierce combat and a strong leader. Blue is shy but extremely talented in many fields. Those are just a few colors for there are too many to fully think of. Female elves only dressed in two different ways: in battle armor, and dresses. The different female elves that either had high importance or used their mind instead of their sword usually wore long dresses of white or gold sometimes covering their face. The archers wore battle armor over their chest and crotch for small amounts of protection. Men elves were the warriors with blades and swords, while women stood behind with bows. The men also dress in robes and the warriors have armor but covering their entire body.
Searon heard an echo from afar and knew it was about to begin. He watched intently as a blue male dragon moved its giant wings in the air to support his massive weight. The ice dragon neared the elves as they looked up with question wondering what the blue dragon was doing. The dragon shot his massive breath into the village freezing half of the elves that stood outside. Suddenly from the sky dozens more dragons flew down crashing into the frozen elf bodies tearing them apart. The bells of the city rang in the air after being untouched for a decade. The elf warriors ran out for battle and death. The arrows fired at the dragons but only bounced from the scales and crashed back to the ground. The only way to harm a dragon would be to fire an arrow so perfectly in-between two scales to slowly hurt it.
Searon amusingly found two very skilled archers doing effective damage to the dragons. One was a very muscular man with broad shoulders and fiery red hair. The other, a young elf woman with soft purple skin and dark blue hair; although Searon couldn’t see her face from where he sat she looked incredibly beautiful. Both elves had incredible luck with launching arrows in-between scales. The male had precise aim but he wasn’t as effective as the female. There was a dragon he couldn’t kill and so he aimed two arrows that directly impacted the dragon’s eyes. The dragon screamed into the air and a ice dragon became enraged and instantly froze most of the elves with his breath.
A bright light came from the right of the battle and an old man in dark black robes came running in front of the frozen elves and held a long thin carved branch that flames shot from each side of it. The fire melted all of the frozen elves and burnt the ice dragons. As the dragons flew away Searon noticed one red dragon and so did the old man. He raised his stick in the air and froze the red dragon as the others flew off.
“Are you the cause of all this?” the old man asked.
The fire dragon didn’t answer but tried to break free of the grip.
Answer me!” the old man yelled and jerked his branch.
The red dragon yelped like being chocked and began to talk, “Dragons are meant to rule!” he yelled.
The old man shook his head and slashed his ranch again, “You like heat?” he said. His branch waved in circles and the dragon died bursting into flames. He turned around a shot a glance at the tree Searon was hiding in. The old man’s face was wrinkled and old with his parted white hair looked quite scary at his shoulders without a mustache or beard with it. Searon no longer felt safe and jumped from the tree leaving.
As the new dawn sun flew past the mountains and into the view of the sky Searon moved himself back into the shadows. Before he could get himself back enough into his cave something smacked into his head. He woke up faster than a dog chasing after a ball. That’s when his cranium slammed into the roof of the cave he was in. He fell back down on his face as it landed on the cold dirt know scooping up into his mouth. Someone picked him up and tossed him outside his cave.
“What the hell were you doing!” a voice yelled.
Searon pushed himself up and let the words of a strange voice sink into his skull. He looked up and saw the same old man that had crushed the small fire dragon. “I’m sleeping what’s it to you?”
“Why didn’t you attempt to stop the dragons from killing the elves if you knew the attack was coming?!”
“Who are you old man?” Searon asked.
“I have a name too complicated for you to understand, but you may call me Karceoles.”
“Karceoles… ok old man what do you want with me?” Searon said.
“I know you’ve had a hard past Searon, but why does that drive you to take it out of others, and especially lives that have done nothing to deserve it. You are starting to become like the people you hate the most.” Karceoles said.
“How do you know me? I don’t hang around freaks, what the hell do you want,” Searon said trying his best to be rude.
“Don’t talk back to me; it could be the last mistake you make.” Karceoles said.
“I doubt that.” Searon said.
“Be the person you once were; be the person you can be. You are a warrior.” Karceoles said.
“I can’t be that person anymore.” Searon said.
“It’s not that you can’t; it’s that you won’t.” Karceoles said.
“I won’t be that person anymore,” Searon said.
“How about now?” Karceoles said raising his wooden stick and catching all of Searon’s clothes on fire.
Searon ran in circles and rolled on the ground to finally get his clothes to stop burning. “You think that torture is going to make me turn back to who I was? You are wrong!”
“Yes, I believe that torture will work,” Karceoles said. Then he raised his staff and ice crawled its way up Searon’s body until it reached past his hair until he was completely frozen. “That fool will never learn,” he muttered as he picked up the ice statue and walked to the elf village.
“Who is this that you bring before us Karceoles?” the king of elves asked. Nobody truly knew where the Elf king came from. He was said to be one of the first elves, but none of that had been proven. He was wise beyond many others except nothing compared to the wisdom of Karceoles. The king’s name was Elsargast and was the most respected except for the Dragon clan leaders: Elderak, Ranzak, Sudegam, and Legna.
“Why don’t you ask him yourself?” Karceoles asked. Then he raised his wooden stick and the tip became red and flashed the brightest light causing Elsargast to shield his eyes. All of the ice melted off of Searon.
“Somehow I get the feeling that you are magic old man,” Searon said.
“Well done; when did you figure that out?” Karceoles asked.
“About two seconds ago,” Searon said.
“Damn you’re slow!” Karceoles said.
“Thanks, now where am I?” Searon asked.
“I am the king of elves which is all you need to know right now, Karceoles told me you are a warrior and perhaps you can aid us in the new war,” Elsargast said.
“I will never fight for you,” Searon said.
“I’m afraid you have no choice in the matter; for if you don’t fight then I’ll have no choice but to execute you,” Elsargast said.
“Aren’t elves supposed to be friendly?” Searon asked.
“I guess I’m different than the rest then,” Elsargast said as he smiled.
“I will fight, but you have no idea what you’re getting yourself into,” Searon said.
“Good, now go, for there are matters that Karceoles and I must speak of,” Elsargast said.
Searon walked out of the room aggravated of both Karceoles and the elf king for making him join the war which he hoped to not be a part of.