The Return. The Homeland being a treasure cover of the strange and yet enterprising landscapes and natural wonders that put shame to most otherworldly features, one of them being the White Mountain of the South, a volcano that spewed white lava and ash from its belly annually that would normally clear out the life forms that were in the proximity of the blast radius. Say for the Fortress that belonged to the infamous Charter Knights that now served the Black Family and their lord the Tyrant of Flames who build them up from the ground up through many years f training and mentoring through doppelgangers keeping a close watch over them. Having mastered swordsmanship and martial arts, along with various magical abilities being bestowed upon them by the Mark of Charter. Standing in a courtyard several times larger and more vast than a football, an army of white stood there like statues, with such military bearing and discipline the constant downpour of volcanic origin didnt stur besides the wind assaulting it..waiting.. But the wait would cease by the loud and ear-shattering roar of the reality being penetrated by a sudden entity it was all too familiar to them, crimson red cracks formed in the sky as steam and heat on par with that of the volcano that laid below deep within the earth, a massive figure comes charging through it and that a cloud blacker than the night itself of smog and smoke, comet sized fireballs are born as it collides into the blanked out earth and begins to pulverize the landscape until a pair of titanic amber eyes shine through the darkness, a serpent dragon the size of a mountain comes barging through the threshold of smoke, snaking around the white volcano, coiling straight to the top. Seated on its head was the one and only Black the Second, wearing a rouge like outfit, a torn and tattered cloak with a scarf around him, a scratched up tan shirt and ripped jeans leading to his combat gloves. Gripped in his hand was a katana that had chips in it and had a bloodstain white cloth wrapped securely around the hilt. He painted as blood rushed down the side of his forehead, looking down at the dragon that was named Brimestone, belonging to the horde of dragons he saved earlier in his career as a B.S.A operative, 10,000 hatchlings now full fledged draconic creatures that summon at his command for various uses or to aid him in combat against large opponents. He spun the weapon around and lifted it high above his head, signalling to his knights to break formation as they cheer, welcoming back their master to his homeland..
Posted on: Fri, 17 Jan 2014 04:03:54 +0000
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