The Dragon's Tome, An Original Fantasy Story Options

[Zalphon]

Prologue

They called me the Prince of All that is wrong in this world. In Mathoc. The land of magick and wonder. The frozen north known as the Frostblood Tundra. The southern deserts of Sunskar. The eastern jungles of Sythariss. The western mountains of Star-Reach. The Ocean of Souls and the Sea of Arcana... The Northeastern bogs and swamps of the Black Marsh. The Northwestern Forests of Dragonwood. The Southeastern plains of Shadow's Meadow. The Southwestern Deadlands of the Dread Plains...

They say I am all that is foul in the world... They called me a being of the Abyss itself. They called me the Lord of Unlife, the Master of Necromancy, the King of the Undead... They were right... My name is Zalphon Shadowheart Broodikus, Emperor of Mathoc... I am the Arch-Lich and the God of Necromancy and Unlife. I rule over the lands with an iron fist.

My empire is strong and built of the dead. Unlike previous liches and necromancers, those ressurected by me or students of the New Ways of Necromancy retain their intelligence if we so-choose. Mathoc is ruled by the living dead, for the living dead. Our foes are the paladins of Lightius Star, the Arch-Angel and Queen of Skyhaven, Realm of the Angels...

We constantly fight to conquer all who oppose us. The only threat to us, was the dragons... The Guardians of Mathoc, they called themselves. And their immortal followers (ageless), the Order of the Dragon. I once was a member, but after I learned the truth about what power they hid from us, it began...

If you've picked up this tome, you must be expecting a story... My story... My name is Emperor Zalphon Broodikus, and it begins thousands of years ago, during the Era of the Everlight Kingdom. My father's kingdom...

[Zalphon]

Chapter Eleven: The Rise to Power

When I awoke, Fenix stood over me. My entire body burned, as if in my veins was acid. He stated, "Lord Vayris was a powerful lich, the Arch Lich. Take a look at yourself." Suddenly a magickal mirror appeared in front of me. My skin was rotting and pale, my hair was white and long.

"What happened to me?" I questioned. "Am I dead?"

"Well yes," He explained. "You're a lich. The Arch-Lich. When you drained his soul, you drained his power with it. You can take the Throne as God of Death, Unlife, and Necromancy. If you so choose, Milord."

"I have business in Everlight to settle, Fenix," I grumbled. "With your powerful magick, transform his body into a suit of God-Steel Platemail for me to wear and a God-Weave Cloak. The Prince of Everlight is going to become King."

"Yes, milord," the Lord of Manipulation said. Suddenly a suit of lightless, black armor appeared on me and a black cloak on my back. In my scabbard was my longsword, "Nightsinger," but in a different body. A god-steel blade.

Lord Fenix opened a portal and I appeared in Castle Everlight's Throne Room. "Who are you?" The Hyekal Tyrant asked. "I have no meetings with anyone today. And you wreak of death."

I pulled off my helmet, "It's me, Father. Zalphon."

The color drained from his face as I pulled my sword out of the scabbard. I put the tip to his throat and hissed, "You killed my mother, you sold me, you denied me my birthright. I am no Everlight, you're family is a clan of liars. I'm a Broodikus." I plunged the blade into his neck and smiled.

The guards came rushing in and screamed, "What have you done?"

"Oh, so many things, which would you like to know about?" I snidely remarked. "Don't worry." Instantaneously I muttered a spell and a nova of black energy emitted from my body. They died and rose back up.

I commanded them to go fight for me, and that they did. "Emperor Zalphon Broodikus," Fenix smiled. "The Gray Council would like to be allied with you. Also, what'll happen of Darkfallen."

In my mind, I imagined the gateway to Darkfallen crumbling. The spirits of the dead deserved rest and they got it, eternally. "It's gone," I responded. "The dead deserve rest, and I intend to give it to them."

Samantha Draconis rushed in. Angellic wings sprouted from her back. "You've failed, Zalphon," she screamed. "I am the Arch-Angel. For your corruption, you'll die!"

The Head of the Angels charged at me, but I parried. Behind her were thirteen knights of the dragon. With a stare of awe-inspiring fear, they stabbed her. The Angel rushed into a portal and they kneeled, "Milord, we live to serve."

"Excellent," I stated. "The Dragonbane Knights. Now go off, hunt the remnants of your former Order."

"Yes, Master," the leader replied. "It shall be done."

"Zalphon, what do you intend to do?" Fenix asked.

"Bring a new era to the realms. The dragons will fall for their treachery and the angels will serve me or die. To say the very least, 'Mathoc as we know it, will be changed forever'..."

This post has been edited by Zalphon: May 25 2010, 03:23 AM