Under the scrutiny of Lucian, the young God of Dragons took on the shape of a very young boy to a very good-looking teenage boy, with two elegant horns pushing themselves up from each side of his forehead. His skin had an iridescent sheen about it and his eyes were full of the oldest of dragon-line wisdom. He was no ordinary boy; he was a god, born of the glorious dragon tribes that now plump up with divine potential.
"I want to see the Dragon World," he said, and I could hear, strong in his voice, determination.
He wanted to free his parents from their tribes, so they can be reunited. His eyes were full of hope and longing and fierce and beyond his years.
Lucian smiled at the young god's developing spirit. "Then go. Pursue your destiny. The Dragon World awaits you."
Having nodded, the young god stepped back and felt energy charged through his being. "Thank you for everything, Lucian." His words were hardly formed when he disappeared into a flash of light as a faint echo of his divine presence was heard to fade.
He kept moving forward again this time looking for God of War while the scene spanned into God of Dragons. He turned into a man who stood at the edge of a raised and alive forest with pine and earth clotted to him. This was a world of nature. Sounds of it were echoed. So far away from what he had experienced in the almost confined setup of his existence.
God of Dragons POV
When he took his first steps in the world of dragons, towering mountains and vast open skies and deep valleys, he had a pounding heart with both excitement and anxiety. He was free - allowed to explore and learn and discover who he really was.
However, he wanted to eat first since he had never known what it was to taste food, and his interest began to arouse in the small village of dragons lurking at the bottom of the valley. Colorful cottages made of stone, with intricate carvings on them, prompted him to come closer cautiously while feeling this pulsating life around him.
He moved into the village where children were playing, young dragons and bigger ones getting ready to eat. Laughter echoed with music drifting in the air. With the divine blood inside of him, he felt this weird, uncontrollable urge to be as they were, to live with them. He saw how they ate; roasted meats, colorful fruits, dragon coins, which were used like currency for meals.
He waved his wrist and out came several dragon coins, shining and glinting with gold luster reflecting sunlight. Quite exhilarating was creating something that could be felt, and indeed seen. He stepped over to a small food stall that the bustle of a dragon was getting ready, being mindful of the weight of these coins in his palm.
Behind the counter, an old, wise-eyed dragon stood with emerald scales that stretched and shimmered in the dim light. Surprise altered routine indifference on his face. His was beauty from some otherworld of youth-the near-kingly presence attending him. The shop owner stood there, unable to process what he saw, transfixed.
"What can I get for you, young one?" he stuttered, trying to regain composure.
"I'll have what they are," said the young god, nodding toward a group of young dragons roasting meat and fruits.
"Uh, sure! Just one minute!" blurted the shop owner, immediately fumbling with the ingredients. He couldn't seem to get a read on the boy; there was too much majesty about him.
As the food was prepared, the young god sat watching all around and saw many things which used to happen in the village. Colors of the stalls, the aromas spreading through the air and happy laughter of dragons stimulated him in a manner for the first time.
The shop owner took his steaming plate as his meal was ready. "Here you go. Enjoy!
The young god smiled and clasped the plate both in his hands. "Thanks!" He sat down at a nearby table, wanting to try his very first meal. Starting to dig into it, flavors just burst in his mouth : sweet, savory, and just scrumptious. He savored every bite, warmth spreading inside him.
Snatches of conversation hitting his ear, some dragons talked in hushed tones of clans and heritage and of values placed on bloodlines. He thought more of who he was than of what weighed so much on his lineage: his mixed ancestry would not any longer bind him; he'll find a new path above those tribal barriers.
He swallowed the last bites, stood up and went back to the shop owner, with racing heart. "Excuse me," he said now, this voice full of newfound self-confidence, "can I ask you something?"
"Of course! Anything, young one," said the shop owner, pointedly interested by the sudden inquiry.
The shop owner's face set into seriousness. "No, no, you can't talk of such things here. Tribes are very sensitive toward their ancestry. They will not take kindly to people poking around in their family tree."
The young god's determination turned more resolute. "I have to find them. They're punished for loving each other and I cannot let that stand.".
The shop owner nodded, realizing that passion seemed to be evident in the voice of the boy. "If you are bent towards this path, I suggest that you visit the Elder of the village," he said to the young boy. "He knows the tribes and what territories they tread." He may help you.
Thanks, said the young god gratefully. He could feel a tugging forward by the energy of destiny, to seek out the Elder. "Where am I to find him?"
"Up the hill, by the main path; his dwelling is the biggest hut at the top. Just be respectful. The Elders hold great sway and lots of power," the shop owner was cautioned.
With one final nod of appreciation, the young god walked away. Drums of excitement pounded through his veins. "I am climbing up that path, and I feel that it is the entrance to something much greater than a journey," he murmured within himself. His thoughts were no longer just that of a boy with dreams; he was a god who, like a sculptor remolding his people's destiny, set out for even higher objectives.
He entered the Elder's hut, stuck his head in to take a deep breath as he stood there waiting. He could feel that the air was heavy with magic and old knowledge. He let that soak up, then opened the door to step inside and greet the Elder-a presence of all wisdom and authority.
The Elder stood looming over him, his scales like fine polished jade. " young God of Dragons," he said, eyes piercing, "I have been waiting for you."
"Waiting for me?" he stammered, surprised.
"Yes. Your coming has been foretold, My Lord." the Elder said in a voice that was deep and resonant. "You seek your parents, and the road ahead will not be an easy one. But you have the strength within you to succeed, My Lord."
New in his determination, the young god knew he was ready to face whatever battles lay on his path. He had drunk from the waters of freedom; it was now time to struggle for family, for love, and for a future when no dragon would ever be ashamed of their lineage.
And so, he traveled on-being hesitant, yes, full of hope-he waited and was determined to stake his place within it.