Legends tell that when
Ragon The Dragon awoke to the East,
The Iron Dragon roared in the West ...
- from "The Path of the Dragons",
traduza. the Supreme Raphael -
The smell of wet grass from the dew. The salty smell of salt air and the lapping unperturbed water shattered on the rocks, towards the sky and bristling like sharp teeth. The breeze that ruffled the dense prickly foliage and the air that slapped his face. The distant call of some gull which had awakened with the first rays of the sun. For all that Arens had escaped from the Tower of the Ancients? He was breathing heavily, was in trouble, ran at high speed for hours and despite its genetically altered by the hypertrophic muscle of the New Technology Templar Order of St. Thomas, began to be fatigued. He had traveled hundreds of miles to devour as even the most powerful of the war horses of the Principality of Dor or the Duchy of Bash could have done, had crossed one night in the Forest of the Warrior, what once was called the Amazon forest in South America forgot, and then climbed with fury the Language of the Giant, with his bare hands, always pervaded by the burning fire of the need to fulfill its mission. Completely naked, drenched in nuns, he finally decided to take a break.
Its four lungs were operating at full capacity, filtering and acting on the air inhaled at the molecular level, while its skin, tough as that of a rhinoceros, maintained its balance in the biophysical level of temperature and vital functions. For long periods would need to feed with conventional food or drink from anything he had ingested would have assimilated the essential elements relevant to its survival. The cybernetic connections visible on his body, useful interaction with the armor for combat, at that time served only to remind him what it was and would always be: a soldier of the faith.
And as such, aware that they can not dream or have visions of any kind, had that certainty and especially the knowledge that his pursuers were missing: would not fail. The images that he could recall from his memory that could not be memories of past experiences that had been simply forgotten, or processing of personal events that they wanted to help increase his knowledge. From a pragmatic soldier as he was he would not try in any way for him to interpret those that were considered merely for what it clearly represented: information. Valuable information to link together to achieve its purpose. But if it was really so, because he had woken up in the middle of the night certainly have to complete an important task, so that without thinking too much, completely naked and impossessatosi Claw of the Dragon, had started running at breakneck speed toward a destination still unknown at the time?
The sky, black and dark until a few moments before, now gave way to dawn a new day. Contemplating the rising sun that was rising behind him, moved him for a moment. The hypersleep had kept him away from everything for too long. The capsule suspension life he learned the war was about to erupt between the Principality of Dor and the Duchy of Bash, the involvement of the Empire, Hesperia, and evasion of the other kingdoms. He shook his head sadly. The battle against big money in the Pit of the King, the sacrifice of thousands of people, life offered to the supreme cause, the salvation of many lives by sacrificing of a few. Possible that the men had forgotten everything so fast? They had learned nothing?
His fists are contracted, so that his knuckles whitening. There was still need people like him. He looked west, towards the black sea and the sky black for a short while it would be embraced in the grip of ice and shadows that obscure. The sun would soon completed his daily miracle. With the new brightness oncoming could see the steps that would have won their freedom. The steps, carved directly into the hard stone of the mountain, yet it was not known by whom and in what period, to the unique exploitable natural harbor on the coast, between the coves of the bay, the coast was impassable for even a well-hundred kilometers.
His followers would not have come this far: it would come to that. At the Tower of the Ancients was a cardinal principle not prove to the rest of humanity. The men were not to know of their existence, we would have left at the mercy of her destiny, hoping that perish, like others before him, he would be left to the mercy of a world considered inhospitable with the certainty that he would meet with a soul to interact. What a mistake ...
Arens took another deep breath, and for no apparent reason drew the Dragon's Claw. What a wonderful weapon. A normal man would find it hard if not impossible to challenge the two-handed sword. He was part of the glorious strike team "Sea of \u200b\u200bBlood" proudly brandishing the grasping with the right hand only, and not without some difficulties. The blade, sharp and lethal on both sides was as wide as its span, just over a foot. Almost as long as he was tall, with its one hundred and seventy centimeters of pure steel alive and deadly, was a dark burnished metal. The hilt, finely crafted, depicting the sinewy leg and wore a blue dragon sleeper set the eye of one of those noble creatures. Here is what saddened him most of all: learn about the extinction of flying dragons. What a loss ...
Looking down, the only clear visible from the position he had reached the clearing where he began his climb to the rocky mountain, the Language of the Giant, he saw no. He had been in contemplation and absorbed by their thoughts for a long time, yet still could not see any pursuer. Possible that they had already given up the idea of \u200b\u200bcapturing? They had not put on the heels of its now former fellow department, professionals like him, such an attitude was unbecoming. He had been overestimated, or perhaps, even, they had underestimated him! They knew that even if just awakened dall'ipersonno, its higher faculties were now operational? Upon him a doubt. Had not checked how much time had elapsed in the capsule. Could it be that those involved in the process of "reactivation" of inept they were not aware of who was awakened? Another failure in the system that could seriously affect the whole company set up the Tower!
A sense of rage came upon him! He was considered a traitor, a priori, without even taking into consideration the reason for its actions, the reason for his escape. What then was that for them, certainly not for him. Yes, he had stolen the Dragon's Claw by force, but in due time and surely would have gladly paid for this action: stealing a relic symbol for his people, indeed, The Relic, would cost him dear. But any punishment would never have devastated as the indelible sense of shame that now felt for the very action he had committed! But the point was another, had not fled like a thief! A voice aroused him, ahead of schedule, and within himself he felt that what he was doing was right. It seemed an escape just because you were the pursuers, or, in a different situation would have been just another of the many operations which often took part.
With all those thoughts in his head, a new day had already begun. The air was still exciting because of the proximity to the sea. Arens looked back toward the vast expanse of water, then into the bright sun for a moment dazzled the eyes. He covered his eyes with his free hand, but it was a gesture by a person annoyed: the warmth felt revived him and gave him such a sense peace ... In the clearing below does not yet appear to anyone. He tightened the grip of Dragon's Claw. I picked a dizziness, a heel that forced him to kneel while still holding the sword in one hand, trying to support him. The unthinkable happened ...
He opened his eyes that had temporarily closed in order to recover, shaking his head slightly and ... what a surprise! The sky was deep blue, perfectly clear, cruel in its complete and perfect sharpness. All around him was a riot of green and rock .. The vast green lawns lush and bright, soft and fresh, the grass, between his bare feet, swung gaily under the influence of a strong cold wind. The rocks he saw around in some parts in bulk and in other scattered neatly stacked, unhappy in their sad and dull gray, forever on the horizon, or so it seemed, such was the breadth of the site. He understood immediately that he was among the remains of some huge building or city, neglected and left to die under the relentless blows of the weather, but could not figure out what ruled that state of abandonment, and felt he did not have the amount of time needed to study the situation. He got up, sheathed Dragon's Claw, and he remembered looking around vaguely to have been in such a place, but could not remember where and when.
He walked aimlessly. Did not feel any danger, however, after the unlucky Elder Days of Darkness, nothing could intimidate him. A strange silence reigned, they heard only the hiss of the wind howled in my ears. Even less than before felt any change in outside temperature was not entirely conceivable as someone or something you could bring the unseen from afar.
The step was decided, the landscape monotonous and meaningless. He did not waste time looking for signs of any kind. He only knew that was to continue to advance.
walked for hours.
At one point he stopped, puzzled. He looked around again, with that way of doing that might seem superficial, but in fact was a perception of space and time out of the ordinary. A quick scan did reach a simple conclusion. It had already been there. And even more than once! Something had caught altering its sensory capabilities.
Although he kept a straight linear direction and was running in circles. The wind continued to blow undaunted in the same direction, the rocks piled in a disorderly or compacted half-ruined walls, in places full of cracks and landslides, were identical and were repeated with the left precision. He looked into the wind, squinting for the trouble caused by the gusts of icy air, looked the other way, with long hair is messed up. Dragon's Claw was a start.
Arens was not frightened, but was further impressed. He had heard more than once, especially inns and taverns, how it was possible that Dragon's Claw possess its own life, and because of his personal past experiences had not discredited even for a moment this claim, but had always held to account if any. He had seen too much not to believe such a possible eventuality. The tremor was felt that in arming that carried over the shoulder, then, did not surprise him, but he was acknowledged as the right choice that he instinctively did the day before. Steal the relic had his own reason. There was a reason for everything, and eventually, everything would have ended up with a new beginning, each application would have been a response. It had to be nth circle is closed and then continue with the genesis of a cycle of events, repetitive and interminable: relentlessly, endlessly, relentlessly?
He crouched down, sitting on his heels. He did not actually need to rest or to reflect further on what happened, but felt the visceral need to take it easy. The urgency that had eaten up a few moments before had now failed. It was one step away from discovering something, something ... jumped up, still with his back to the incessant wind. And as if to push it, to encourage it, he walked again.
Although very calm and relaxed, as if he had come to a new awareness of staff, was walking with that strange and unusual cold that it was pressing and almost screamed in my ears. All his senses were alert and hyperactive. He felt that something was going to happen and wanted to be ready for anything.
He had put in motion when he saw a long black speck in the distance indefinite. What could it be? Quickened its pace. The distance should not be indifferent to the fact that the deduced Note that phenomenon had to make the most of its already considerable visual capacity. He regretted not taking with you all the standard equipment supplied, but at the same time carried out as doing so had certainly increased his chances of success. As in a mathematical equation, having fewer distractions gave him more speed.
When he realized that he was running again, saw the event as insignificant the result of an obvious reaction to the circumstances. It was back in action. Dragon's Claw jumped again on his mighty shoulders, and increased Arens further gait. As he approached his target, only later realized the incredible phenomenon that was happening. Around him, in a growing rumble of rolling stone and jump like crazy in a fish pond, buildings, walls, buildings, houses, wells, everything was rearranging rediscovering its original form. The stones were returning to be solid brick, brick back to give texture to walls and walls. An entire city was emerging from the ruins that once dominated the entire plain. Under his eyes, the gray of "civilization" was again taking over the lush green of the first.
Finally, while her mad and furious ride does not seem to have no end, he began to discern and identify the object that had caught his attention. Not a thing, but an individual. A big brute as he was, wearing the armor combat power, he stood in a floor space but the Act concerns. There, the grass had not grown, white sand mixed with earth covered the yard, sometimes dancing in some impromptu whirlwind of air. Completely bald with a long braid tied by several rings of crude workmanship, the soldier contemplating building imprecise direction, looking lost and empty. Babbling incomprehensible words, mumbling and occasionally raising his voice, almost in a pleading prayer, heartfelt and desperate at the same time. Before him, stuck in the ground ... IMPOSSIBLE! Dragon's Claw was there, the destruction to come memento plaque and steel! Arens stayed dall'impugnare the weapon he carried over his shoulder: he was sure that is where you actually had to be! With muscles, almost gnashing his teeth, went further, however, being careful not to come within range of the mysterious character. The litany seemed resumed once again, more and more intense.
had to admit he was fascinated by that individual. His face wrinkled and shrunken, so they seem paper, seen up close, gave him an aura of wisdom and nobility who wanted all his respect. He imagined it was a veteran. Even the armor, though in good condition, bore visible signs of injuries suffered in battle and adjusted crude and crafts: who knows how long he had to repair it without the appropriate supports. When she saw him with a snap decision to extract from the ground pseudo copy of Dragon's Claw, by extension, with an automatic movement, Arens drew back and prepared to fight, but drew his sword, was yet as in a trance battle.
In response, however, all its primary endocrine glands to secrete the drugs began to fight. Oh, lifeblood, oh, sweet juice coveted gifts that the strength and blessed! The effects began to be felt. Despite not wearing his armor, which would have greatly amplified this state of ecstasy, the warrior took over. Dragon's Claw was unlined and the soldier stood guard position in low, with power in both hands, ready to strike. Only one attack was precise and lethal enough: an upward stroke to break up and split, a crossover hit back to cut and tear. Death at its best. But the soldier who was not only attacked him first, I do not even deserve a look! It seemed rapt in his own world where there were no more that he and his lyrical blasphemy. Still chanting, the heavy sword raised to the sky, stretching out like an accusing finger, then dry with a circular movement made her turn, and then gave a sharp cut back, horizontal, cleft the air. At that blink of an eye, he was sure Arens, time stopped ... It was like staying in a long breath, shut up in a bubble that could only lead to oblivion, in absolute ruin.
A huge beam of light dark spread in space, all around. It was as if the air itself, or rather, the blast that had been created, the same size the entire universe. Where the trail of death came, everything darkened and gray. The wind stopped instantly, the grass is petrified, stopped the cries of anguish. The soldier with the braid, another property in that last pose weapons master, as a commemorative statue, he was shouted down and gasped, slowly. Slower and slower until it stopped altogether. It stood: forever.
Arens unearthed. He was still on the Language of the Giant! He turned and rolled over several times, yet in hand with Dragon's Claw, incredulous as he had seen. Around him no trace of the veteran carrier of misfortune. No city risen from the ashes, no endless expanse of grass tormented by the incessant howling wind. No total devastation by a copy of the stolen relic to the Tower of the Ancients. In his mind slipped a doubt that the voice that had roused the soldier was to become lost somewhere? Or was it the wind howling screaming, but what? He pressed harder with the sword with both hands and just instinctively paused to look at her with renewed interest. The eye of the legendary creature sleeping! He was open, wide open! The world about him. The lid slammed once or twice. Then he stared at him. In the distance, somewhere, a huge roar shook the whole mountain ...
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