Memory

Memory



Draconian

Legend tells of a race from the city of Atlantis, where the ancient beings who lived there were sunk by the hands of God himself. The inhabitants had a high appreciation for beauty, and were well-versed in the dealings of magic. Before their fall, they had been constructing an Atlantean machine, inscribed with boustrophedon, intricately arranged so as to direct the flow of magic through its crevices. The massive structure of their doom had been a large sphere of floating stone set within an ever-revolving gold ring. It had been intended to convert thought into a physical energy to help heighten beauty to an ultimate level. Alas, on that last fateful day for the city of Atlantis, the machine’s power overwhelmed the graceful land and awakened the wrath of God, who transformed the white landscape into a molten graveyard decorated with deep fissures, before sinking it into the depths of the ocean, to be forgotten from the rest of the world.

The legendary empire was also destroyed to prevent such a thing from occurring ever again. Every intelligible being there were washed underwater and sealed away as frozen relics of mystic serenity in the depths. Even the race that once reigned over Atlantis - winged creatures with long flowing hair and tall graceful bodies of humans garbed in radiant white cloth softer than the fleece of the vicuna - vanished from the surface without a trace. Or so He thought.



This race was known as the Draconians.



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Gah. That's a preview up there for those of you who haven't read it yet. The story I put up was a draft, and unfinished also, and I've decided to rewrite it. I seriously didn't like how some of the story turned out, and I'm a passionate writer.  >_<. Bear with me.