Story of Light
The Light
The war had lasted for a decade, and it seemed that there was no end in sight. The Dragon Empire, led by the mighty Emperor Zalazar, had invaded the lands of the Holy Order, a group of devout knights who followed the ancient teachings of the Templars. The dragons were fierce and powerful, breathing fire and magic upon their enemies. The knights were brave and loyal, wielding swords and shields blessed by their faith. Both sides suffered great losses, but neither was willing to surrender.
Among the knights, there was one who stood out from the rest. His name was Sir Leon, and he was the champion of the Holy Order. He had slain more dragons than any other knight, earning him the title of Dragon Slayer. He was fearless and honorable, always leading his men into battle with courage and skill. He had a secret, however, that no one knew except for him and his closest friend, Brother Thomas.
Sir Leon had made a pact with a dragon.
It happened on a fateful night when Sir Leon was on a solo mission to infiltrate the Dragon Empire’s stronghold. He had managed to sneak past the guards and enter the dungeons, where he hoped to find some prisoners that he could free. Instead, he found a dragon.
The dragon was red as blood, with scales that shone like rubies. He was chained to the wall, his wings torn and his body covered in scars. He looked at Sir Leon with weary eyes, as if he had given up hope long ago.
Sir Leon was stunned. He had never seen a dragon so close before, let alone one that was captive and wounded. He felt a surge of pity for the creature, but also a sense of curiosity. He approached the dragon cautiously, his sword ready in case of an attack.
“Who are you?” Sir Leon asked.
“I am Razel,” the dragon said. “I am a traitor to my kind.”
“A traitor? Why?”
“Because I do not share their lust for war and conquest. I do not wish to kill or enslave your people. I wish for peace and harmony between our races.”
“Peace? Harmony? How can you speak of such things when your kind has brought nothing but death and destruction to our lands?”
“Not all dragons are like Zalazar. He is a tyrant who rules by fear and force. He cares nothing for his subjects or their well-being. He only cares for his own glory and power.”
“And you? What do you care for?”
“I care for life. All life. Even yours.”
Sir Leon was speechless. He could not believe what he was hearing. A dragon who cared for life? A dragon who wanted peace? It seemed impossible.
But as he looked into Razel’s eyes, he saw something that he had never seen in any other dragon before. He saw sincerity. He saw kindness. He saw wisdom.
He felt something stir in his heart. A feeling that he could not explain or understand.
He lowered his sword.
“Tell me more,” he said.
And so they talked. They talked for hours, exchanging stories and opinions, hopes and fears, dreams and regrets. They found that they had much in common, despite their differences. They found that they respected each other, despite their enmity. They found that they liked each other, despite their prejudice.
They found that they were friends.
But their friendship came at a price.
Zalazar had sensed Razel’s betrayal long ago and had tortured him mercilessly to make him reveal his secrets. But Razel had endured the pain and refused to break. Zalazar had grown frustrated and decided to use him as bait instead. He knew that sooner or later, someone from the Holy Order would come to rescue him, and then he would have them both in his grasp.
He was right.
As Sir Leon and Razel were talking, they heard footsteps outside the cell door. They looked at each other with alarm.
“It’s Zalazar,” Razel said. “He’s here.”
Sir Leon gripped his sword tightly.
“What do we do?” he asked.
“We fight,” Razel said.
He used his remaining strength to break free from his chains, tearing them apart with his claws and teeth. He roared with fury, ready to face his enemy.
The door opened, and Zalazar entered with a dozen guards behind him.
He smiled wickedly when he saw Razel and Sir Leon standing together.
“Well, well, well,” he said mockingly. “What do we have here? A knight and a dragon? How touching.”
He laughed cruelly.
“You fools,” he continued. “You think you can defy me? You think you can stop me? You think you can escape me? You are wrong.”
He raised his hand, preparing to unleash a blast of fire upon them.
But before he could do so, Sir Leon stepped forward and shouted:
“Stop!”
He raised his sword in front of him, pointing it at Zalazar.
“I challenge you to a duel,” he said. “A duel to the death. If I win, you will let us go. If you win, you can do whatever you want with us.”
Zalazar was surprised. He looked at Sir Leon with curiosity and amusement.
“A duel?” he repeated. “You want to duel me? You, a mere human, against me, the Emperor of Dragons?”
He laughed again.
“You are either very brave or very foolish,” he said. “But I accept your challenge. It will be fun to watch you die.”
He dismissed his guards with a wave of his hand.
“Leave us,” he ordered. “This is between me and him.”
The guards obeyed and left the room, closing the door behind them.
Zalazar turned his attention back to Sir Leon.
“Are you ready?” he asked.
Sir Leon nodded.
“I am ready,” he said.
Razel looked at Sir Leon with admiration and gratitude.
“Thank you,” he said.
“Thank you for being my friend.” Sir Leon smiled.
“Thank you for being mine,” he said.
They touched their foreheads together, as a sign of respect and affection. Then they parted, each taking their position on opposite sides of the cell. The duel began.
They fought for what seemed like an eternity, neither giving nor asking for mercy. They fought for their lives, their freedom, their honor. They fought for their friendship.
But in the end, there could be only one winner. And the winner was Sir Leon.
He had managed to find an opening in Zalazar’s defense and had plunged his sword deep into his heart. Zalazar had let out a final scream of pain and anger, before falling to the ground, dead.
Sir Leon had collapsed next to him, exhausted and wounded. He had barely enough strength to lift his head and look at Razel.
Razel had watched the whole fight with awe and pride. He had cheered for Sir Leon every step of the way, encouraging him and supporting him. He had also suffered with him every time he was hit or hurt by Zalazar’s attacks. He had felt every blow as if it was his own.
He had felt a bond with Sir Leon that was stronger than anything he had ever experienced before. A bond that transcended race, creed, or species. A bond that was forged by blood and fire. A bond that was sealed by magic.
For as they fought, a strange phenomenon had occurred. A golden light had surrounded them both, enveloping them in a warm and gentle glow. A light that came from their hearts, their souls, their essence. A light that connected them in a way that words could not describe.
A light that made them one. They had become Dragon Knights.
They did not know how or why it happened. They did not know what it meant or what it entailed. They only knew that they felt something new and wonderful inside them. Something that made them feel alive and whole.
Something that made them feel happy. Sir Leon smiled weakly at Razel.
“We did it,” he said softly. “We won.”
Razel smiled back at him.
“Yes,” he said softly. “We did.”
They reached out their hands and clasped them together, feeling each other’s pulse and warmth. They closed their eyes and sighed contentedly. They were free. They were friends.
They were Dragon Knights.
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