There is so much words can say,
if only we had more time to say them.
I see my son grow with each passing day, never to know what he truly can become.
A villain... or a hero.
The future will be his to decide, but I can not allow the superstitions of humans to decide his life before his time.
You must understand, my love, for he will not understand the concerns of his father when he does learn the truth. I will tell him even, when he is ready. But until that time, let him wonder and train to be strong as a human before he can hold his head as a dragon.
The truth is this, my wife, a tale that has now wrapped my son within thorns.
Many years past has it been since I took the throne, and my kin taken the sacred powers. No one could have seen it happen, but alas the Fate's threads can tangle the hearts of many without care or hesitation. Ruaki came to me in those beginning months; a secret fear was deep within his mind. I doubted the strength of his powers over the darkness of the future's eye, but he claimed he continued in seeing the same vision of fire, with each passing of the sun. He spoke of a woman, a human girl with long flowing hair. Her face was kind, but from her hands dripped dark pools of blood. The more time that he looked upon her through this dream, the more horrid it became. Her nails turned into swords of men, her mouth cried the roars of our dying kin.
Blood flowed through his mind all the same.
I continued to consult my cousin, telling him not to let fear control his mind, for fear was an aspect of his powers over the shadows of the world. He heeded my words if only for a months time, before his fears took life out of some bizarre twist of fate... The girl from his vision confirmed his fears of the future, for he found her living as child within the shore of the Talic Cove. Her family where no more then simple fishermen, while she herself was promised to be wed within a few days time.
It was in the dead of night that he let his fears take control of his body. He murdered the girl while she slept, and burned her village down to the ground. Appearing to be no more the a raid, he covered his tracks well so that he could not be pinned for the deed. He washed away his ultimate sin in a flood of darkness, leaving none alive. However, one is all it takes to give a whiteness to a crime, and one had seen it all the more.
A man by the name of Gebrial stepped forwards, his face had been badly damaged by the attack upon the village. He swore upon his life he saw the Elemental attack and destroy his people. The scar over his left eye was proof enough, for it was a mark that could not have been place upon him by any mortal blade. Feathered burns of dark magic rippled from that twisted skin. The blood from it two was something that did not easily clot. If it hadn't been for the castle doctors he could have easily bleed to death in the wild as he ran for his life and escaped Ruaki's wrath.
I regret it now, but I should have killed both that boy and the murderer when I still had the chance. Instead I asked myself how could a King leave his people in the clutches of fear and madness and revenge and do nothing? Regret and pity took hold of my mind. I let the boy's accusations pass unheeded; the Elemental was free to hold his life, though he had to surrender his powers over the Shadows. Ruaki did so, before fleeing into the Forest of Nairo, never to be heard or seen from again.
The sinner's flight however did not go unnoticed. The Dark Region to the south west took quick to noticed that they had no Elemental to rule over them, and whispers started to spread. Of course the truth was kept hidden from them, but why would an innocent subject flee from honor of servitude? Only cowards and sinners fly from their destruction, and he would have rather have kept his life over his honor.
I suspect that fool is long dead now, if not by his own bite, then at the hands of revenge. His mark of the demon still lies upon our people though, my love. You knew this well when I first gazed upon him... The mark of the horns, curved forwards into hooks like that of a bull. A black dragon, too, he was no more then a spinning image of that of his uncle. Each of them who has the curved horns are giving with a feared eye. The humans fear them well. The mark of evil; the mark of darkness that could very well destroy them all.
They would have killed Komoshee, if they knew he was a bull horn. that was why he now carries the name and appearance of a human, never to know what his true powers may be.
Time grows short though, as the whispers of hatred continue to grow. Where that girl's death was served to cease a nightmare of destruction has only let loose the dogs of war. There are cries of rebellion in the east, under Kizura's reign, which speak of one man leading an army of thousands. They say his name mimics his heart, nonexistent, for the chasm that now lies in his chest has been ripped out by the decay of madness. The death of a loved one can be taken in many different ways, but it was because of me and my people that the killer was able to pass into freedom without any form of justice.
Gebrial, now known as Vorago, has been lost in his madness. I fear it now more then ever as well. If his madness is not stopped, and killed, then his rage will cover our lands in honor of his lover's blood that was split.
It is thus, that in a week's time, that I am going to send out my legions to aid Kizura's forces in the south. I am going to send our son with them.
The heroics or death of war may not be enough to save him from the eyes of hatred from humans, but with fear becomes new strength. If I know my son, like I know myself, he will try to run. Unfortunately his fate will meet with him like the clap of thunder upon the horizon wither he likes it or not.
There is still so much he has to learn before he can know this truth.
He has to know, but until his honor as a human is given to him, the curse that was lain upon his back can never be lifted. I do not ask him to give into his fate, I only ask that you step aside and let the boy decide for himself.
Please forgive me, Trinity.
~Manic
