The sound of digging past the rubble, a voice ...
"Is there anyone still in there ?"
Aedera
- Crying out, pained from the weight, "Yes ! Come quickly ! I can't
... I can't ..." She takes deep breaths, and continues.
~ The Second Dragon King ~
Aedera
- In the darkness - "It was his first battle in rule, the second dragon
king, the first to hold that title since the dying times died."
"But then the day the dead did walk again, and so did rise the dragons and a king."
Her descriptions take form in the dark, briefly lighting their crowded space before it take over the view.
Aedera
- Voiced over the scene, "The enemy in line, roaring their despise,
myth and monster, man and monstrosity, and against them to protect the
land, the Goddess, no other came. Alone was the first order of the
second dragon king.
"So young ... a chamberlain required."
Chamberlain - Approaching the new king's side, "Be brave, they will follow."
The second - After a pause staring across the enemy, a smile, then pensive, "Fools will fall. But am I worthy of this ?"
Chamberlain - "Was ever a king worthy ? In all the time prior or since ?"
The second - "Was
he ?"
Chamberlain - "For you to judge."
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The
dinosaurs in their earliest forms, scavengers against the insects and
wild, their king at the head peering through weed, directing their
gathering against the unknown.
They grow and diversify, wandering the long beaches as a massive herd.
Chamberlain
- Voiced over, "We prospered and evolved well under his rule, there was
never a challenge, never a need, that he ruled ...
was."
In later forms he watches from the cliff, chamberlain at his side while the massive herd roams lazily.
First
- To the chamberlain, "There is no way to sustain this. Where we go,
we devour." He looks to the chamberlain, "I fear we must divide the
people."
Chamberlain - Turning back to a devoured field, then down to the herd with sadness, "It is wise."
Chamberlain
- Voiced over as the herd divides into many directions, a dark day,
"And so it was done." As their path regrows over time, "And it was
good."
In seasonal cycles they meet happily at the waterhole, sharing tales of many directions.
Chamberlain - "Until ..." A comet flies over ...
A flash.
Chamberlain - "But we did survive, I know what those fools cross field have told you, but survive ... we did."
As the world grows to wasteland ... in the cycles the watering hole shrinks.
Chamberlain - "But not much else."
The hungry beasts, fully differentiated stare across the small pond at each other, a distance from it's muddy shore.
The
chamberlain walks to the fist king, staring from the cliff, both
appearing now carnivorous, as their packs gathering behind. Behind them
they his and grunt small roars, hungry, thirsty.
Chamberlain - "And what to do."
The
first stares a long time in silence, scenting the wind, looking across
at the angry herds below, posturing to each other, swinging weighted
tails as they edge closer to the water.
First - "Eat them."
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The field pulls back to the roaring enemy line, taunting cross field.
Chamberlain - "And he swore the title king no more, that day ever after."
Second - Looking across the field, "What does it mean ?"
Chamberlain - "Nothing."
Second - Looking across, sighting their ruler, "What happened to him ?"
Chamberlain - "He died at your side. Three years ago."
Second - Looking down, "I remember him." Looking up with a nod, "He fought well."
Chamberlain - "That he did."
The pause in remembrance.
He roars forth their charge, the field fills with their collision.