The Destiny of Landrake
Title: The Destiny of Landrake
Author: Vandrake
Once in Brittania,
when the world was
not of our moons and
monsters plagued our
cities. There was a
kingdom built as
Drakehome in the
valley northeast of
Yew. It was from this
kingdom that a noble
warrior named
Landrake took fame.
Landrake was an
ambitious boy,
learning the ways of
the sword as well as
the ways of magick
with the same
strength and stamina.
His journeys would
lead him to all the land
around his home and
soon to his fatefull
encounter.
Twas a walk in a
forest much like all
others. He lay a few
harts out for food and
feasted at his camp
for a short time
before continuing out.
Here in the forest
stood a grand mage,
marked as the highest
trained by the
markings on his
robes. His hair fell
down unrestrained
against the back of his
neck. His feet and
hands glowed bare.
There was powerfull
magic in the air,
Landrake could feel
the mana rushing
around him.
He knew not of the
consequences for
disturbing the man
however. And
before Vandrake
could finish his
greeting, the ritual
ended with a few last
words muttered from
the mage's mouth, a
spell long forgotten or
never learned by
todays mages, "Vas La
Co".
Suddenly the leaves kicked up, the heat from the small meadow rose to nearly burn the hairs on Landrake's hand. There standing in the placed that the mage seemed to be once was a monster whose sights have been nightmares in the eyes of our children for years. The beast was half-dragon, that much was apparent, but twas the glow of his eye and the thickness of his skin that showed his other half- Daemon. It eyed the small warrior for a moment, a laugh played about it's lips. It turned on it's wretched feet and started for Landrake. Thus a game of cat and mouse began.
Landrake stayed a few steps ahead, knowing that when the monster had it's fun it would use the power that came natural to it... magic. Landrake burst through the trees and started across a clearing, he could see the water come into view on the horizion- the mast of a boat ready to carry Landrake to safety. A fallen log caught his foot. The taste of dirt and grass hit his mouth. He felt the sharp breath of the monster on his neck. In a burst of his energy, perhaps in knowing his death was near, he swung his sword with all his might and struck the monster. Black blood ran down the youth's hand. A fit of rage rushed forth from the mouth of the Deamon-drake.
"La co e neeno"
Landrake knew not
how the words came to
him, nor what they
meant but the flash of light and the
appearance of a
shadow brought the
warrior to his feet.
He stood ready to
attack this new
creature .
"Young one", the shadow spoke with a strange calmness,
"Ye 'ave a destiny my child, a gift that makes ye more powerful than a Grandmaster. Ye are our chance to take back our lands."
It is said that the
shadow gave Landrake
the secret to his
destiny.
Throughout his life
Landrake battled the
forces of evil in the land. His journeys
are passed through
the Drake lineage with
each venture into the
forest.
by Vandrake and Lucas Eventide
