On Wings of Fate

This war started from a simple question amongst five royal siblings. Who will take the king's place? The question wasn't meant to start a war. But like most things, it spiraled out of control. The eldest of the five Wingxtine decided that he would be the one to take the throne since he was the first born out of all of them. He was then interjected by Chiraxios, the second oldest, who said that he should rule because was was the strongest. Christinail II wanted the throne because of her elemental attribute of light. Having one of the heavenly attributes, many already say her as the future monarch. The fourth, Elythol considered herself to be the best candidate because she was the smartest of the five. Then that left Geninox, the youngest of the five, to fend for himself. He didn't want the throne as badly as his older siblings.

If anything he just wanted to stop arguing and they did. The four decided that if words weren't going to settle things then the only way was to fight it out. Then the brawl turned into a battle to the death. Chiraxios was the first to draw blood as he raked his claws across Christinail's left side. He would have done more damage if the guards hadn't had been called in by Geninox. Christinail was taken to the medical wing and the others were sent to their rooms for the night. Guards had been stationed outside their bedroom doors and their balconies for protection.

While the other siblings were plotting against each other, Geninox was sitting in his room staring at the ceiling. He was used to his siblings fighting. Sometimes he even found himself fighting along with them. But during that time, fighting was just for fun. It wasn't over who would get the throne. If left up to him, Geninox would have let Wingxtine be the king and let that be it. Though his siblings didn't think the same way as he did.

Seeing as how he wasn't going to be able to do anything tonight, Geninox fell asleep. But his dreams weren't those of pleasantries. Instead, they were filled with visions of violence and war. Countless bodies of dragons could be seen as far as the horizon could go. Man, woman, child, young and old littered the blood soaked ground. Then on top of a hill was Geninox fighting against brothers and sisters. All of them had sustained heavy injuries. Wingxtine's arms were missing. Chiraxios' tail was severed and he had deep gashes all around his body. Christinail had lost almost all her scales and her body was riddled with scorch marks. Then Elythol had gotten a sword lunged into her back, the blade's tip point out of her chest.

Geninox couldn't see out of his left eye and he couldn't feel his wings. But before he could do anything he saw Wingxtine's fire breath coming towards him. The flames engulfed him and as he screamed, he woke up. Geninox found himself on his bed in a cold sweat. He flexed his wings and sighed happily to still be able to feel them. He looked out his window and saw that it was day break. He then walked over to his desk, just a couple feet away from his bed, and pulled out a journal. Geninox had been keep a dream journal for the passed couple of weeks. Each entry was about the same dream. But each entry was more detailed than the last.

Geninox turned to a new page and was about to write down his next entry when he saw it. It was an entry in his journal that he never seen before. Geninox read the entry to himself.

Pay attention and listen well
Listen for the song that shall soon swell
When the song has reached it peak
Know these dragons that you will meet

The Forest of Ancients shall perish in a blaze
From the ashes shall a nest be raised
No dragon will be spared except for one
Protect the dragon as hot as the sun

To the North is the Kingdom of Ice
Those who aren’t prepared will pay the price
With the power of the North and his freezing breath
Beware the silver dragon of Frozen Death

For the third you needn’t go far
Uncovered from the earth it shall leave a scar
When the mother if this egg draws breath no more
The five Lords of War with be down to four

When the winds tell of a great warning
The fourth shall be in mourning
Should the killer meet her eyes
Another Lord of War shall die

And so finally the last shall be named
For he is the dragon whose flames has been tamed
Born from magic and raised by the friends to the east
The fifth dragon is last, but not least
Ripped from his world, he will unite with the four
Then two Lords of War will knock on Death’s door

When one lord is left to stand
Peace will roam across the land
A song shall play just like the beginning
The Dragons of Fate shall be the war’s ending

Once he was finished with reading the entry, before he could even think afterwards, the guards came knocked on the door and said it was time for him and his siblings to decide who was going to be the next ruler. They would be meeting in the Meeting Hall to decide. Geninox grimaced as he walked out of his room. As he and the guards walked down the hallway, Geninox couldn't help but to think about that entry in his journal. What ever was going on wasn't going to be pretty and he had a feeling that it was going to start in the Meeting Hall.