The King of Storms

King Of Storms Rewrite

Written by Equis Ferus Callabus

Edited by God Of Physics

Tempest

who...what....am..i?

what is that...that...is light. i must eat the light...

what is this feeling. it is...strength.

So much beautiful light...burning air

I am born. The air goes into my lung's, filling me with beautiful energy. I look around, seeing other Drakon's. Smaller. Weaker. I look up, and see the biggest one. Strong-Red. Her tail reaches through the cave-hole, bringing a large cow for us to eat. The other Drakons lunge at the cow, ripping it to shreds. Strong-Red watches us wound each other to get the biggest piece of the cow.

I roar, making all of my brother's look at me. I lunge, ripping through the biggest one's scales. He howls in pain, and I grab the biggest piece of the cow. I rip through it, then another piece. They eat the rest in silence, acknowledging that I was their leader, their master.

I was learning to fight, being personally mentored by Strong-Red.

"First, look at your foes advantages, and your own. Compare them, see who has the upper-hand and adjust your battle-style to fight them properly. Example."[/size] She said, waving her claw.

Two illusionary marklings (Ponies) appeared infront of me. They were thousands of feet tall, far bigger then Strong-Red. They had both horn's and wings, and only two were known to exist.

King Titanius, and Queen Varmix. I gasped, sensing massive amounts of power rolling off them.

"It's just an illusion, their magic is an illusion too. The real ones, however, are far more powerful. And smaller. Or larger somtimes.."

They both flew into the air, the female being faster. I took a mental note of that. Sending a wave of power at the male, who deflected it with seemingly no effort. I took a note of that. Varmix moved faster then I thought possible, having her horn sticking out of Titanius' throat. Titanius pulled away, sending fake-magic through his system, healing the wound instantly. The illusionary figures disappeared.

I spoke out loud and clear. "The Female was far faster, being able to cross kilometers in nanoseconds, the male was more magical, the females horn was sharper, and the male could heal"' Strong red nodded, happy with my analysis.

"I reason that the female is stronger, because she could dodge all his attacks and inflict so many so fast he wouldn't be able to heal them fast enough."

Strong-Red nodded, then spoke. "In reality, Queen Varmix could no doubt kill her husband with a single thought, for their race grows more powerful with age, and she is the oldest being I know to exist so far. 100,000 to be exact. Good job, my son, we'll do this again tommorow." She said. I nodded happily, flying back to the cave.

I was in the cave, using magic to research Titanius and Varmix. Strong-Red mentioned them once or twice, but nothing concrete. I was deep in research when I heard a growl. I lashed out with magic, sending the source of the growl to the ground. I looked away from my magic-research spell and lunged at the growling creature.

Then I gaped. It was a Drakon, but not of my family. It was slimmer, but had more muscle and seemingly tougher scales. A female drakon. They were rare, some males having to go through magical metamorphasis in order to reproduce with a male, the reason why the next generation was slightly weaker then the last.

But this one wasn't metamorphisized, it was too young and had no trace of magical changes in it.

"Why are you in my cave!? How did you get in here!?" I growled. She squirmed underneath my grasp. I let go of her, and she gasped for air.

"I..I got lost." She says, embarrassed.

"...Ugh. Lets get you home before anyone notices." I sigh. She smiles, thankful for my help. With a spark of magic I teleport us out of the cave.

"So where do you live?" I ask.

"Uh...Big mountain. Near a huge crystal spire thing." I gasp, then bow down immediantly.

"Your highness. Im sorry if I showed any disrespect earlier, I was not awa-" I began, then stopped as she slapped me.

"Everyone does that. Just because I'm part of the royal drakon family, doesn't mean I want to be treated like one." She says angrily. "Now, can you teleport me home?"

"Sorry, I can't do long distance teleport's. I can fly you there to make sure you get home without dying though." I offer cheerily.

She sighs, then flaps her wings. We take off and begin conversation.

"So, whats your name?" I ask her.

"Ista Pulchara." She replies. "And yours?"

"I don't have a name yet." I say sadly.

"Well, they usually give you a name based on your talents, or what you like. So..?"

"Well, Im good at battle magic. And I like Storm magic." I say.

"Hmm..Storm? No, too feminine.. How about Tempest?" She asks.

"That sounds nice." We land at the mountain entrance, and I wave bye.

"Hey, Tempest? Maybe we could meet again? But I'll get to yours cause the royal family will kill you. Oh, and I didn't answer you how I got in. I flew in. Duh."

I nod, then fly back to my cave.

Its been a few day since I've met Ista, and yet I have matured so much. My brothers say lightning dances in my eyes, and when I use magic, my horns glow with silver energy.  We're doing a hunting exercise, Strong-Red is going to form a dome over the forest and let us hunt, and also form a mind link to communicate.

I'm in the forest with one of my brothers. He flies overhead, while I use magic to search for sentient beings. 'Brother, I've found one!" He shouts mentally. I flap my wings and use my magic to search for his mind. I find him and fly towards him. I look down at the prey and see two small beings. Marklings. Young marklings. My brother grins with brutal delight as he goes in for the kill.

Flashback

I roar, making all of my brothers look at me. I lunge, ripping through the biggest ones scales. He howls in pain

Tempest

I grab my brother, noticing a familiar scar from his shoulder bone to his foreleg. I reopen the wound, then smash him into the ground. A surge of magic hits me, magic unlike I've ever known. I blast the shield-dome that prevents prey from escaping with lightning, shattering it easily. The fillies run for dear life and my magic leaves me.

I vaguely hear a voice. I'm trying to make out the words. "TWO FILLIE-" "IDIO-" Thats all I can hear. I try to focus, but I'm only granted with a surge of pain. "ROYAL FAMIL-" It's getting clearer now. Then I hear a familiar name. "ISTA PULCHARA HERS-" Happiness fills my body. Ista was here. I focus again, fighting through the pain. I wake up screaming, being greeted by my brothers, Strong-Red, and Ista Pulchara.

"Hi Ista." I say casually. 'Whats up?"

Everyone gaps at me.

"..Yes?" I ask impatiently.

"...Coma....N..No magic...." Strong-Red stutters. Then she faints. Ista runs up to me and hugs me. "TEMPEST!" She shouts. She pulls away and hits me with her tail.

"You IDIOT! That spell could have killed you!" She shouts.

"Well, It didn't. So thats goo-" I begin, but then Strong-Red wakes up. I tackle her with a hug. I can feel her happiness oozing from her. She gives me a look, and smiles.

"My Son, I name you: Titanius!" She declares, making the cave scream with pride. I look at Ista, then shout out a word a drakon has never said during a naming cermony:

"No." The entire cave goes deathly silent. "I claim the name Tempest, Primo generatio altera of the Arcanius Clan." I continue.

No one says a word. My brothers begin growling, knowing that it is tradition you never deny your name. Then Strong-Red shrugs.

"I like that better." The growling stops and the pride shouting starts. I slip away from the crowd before anyone engages in conversation with me. I find Ista waiting in my room. She smiles at me, a sight that I always want to see.

I curl up on the floor, Itsa next to me. We lie there in silence for a while.

"You denied your name for me." She says simply.

"Yeah. So? I like the name Tempest." I reply.

"No one EVER denies their name. I think it's cute." She says. I blush slightly. (1)

"See you, Tempest.' She says, teleporting away. I curl up tighter and let sleep wash over me.

1: How would a drakon blush, I wonder.