Chaos: The First (5 page)

She placed her hand on his bare chest and felt the erratic drumming of his heart which echoed her own.  She saw and felt a piece of his Aura slip into her body, uniting them as no other bond could.
His eyes widened as he saw her Aura change, blending and melding his essence with hers.  He smiled at his creation.  For this is the truth.  He was the Creator, and he sat back t
o
o long allowing his creations destroy one another.  However, after tasting her exquisite essence, he understood this creature and why his line envied them.  Their souls were unique only to their species.  Unlike himself and the Gods, they had no souls.  He was the ultimate soul that gave birth to the Realm, without him there would be nothing.  How could he have misunderstood the passion present in his most complex creations?  Although not descendants from his loins, they were of his blood, blood being used in a relative term.

He shook
his head as he continued to hold her face.  Her desire was palpable and his hunger exceeded anything that he ever knew.  He slowly closed the inches that separated their bodies and received another jolt of longing so intense his knees almost buckled.  In this human form his emotions and desire
s
made him we
a
k.
Mixed in with her desire he also felt her fear.  She was a maiden, and was only valuable to her Kingdom through the match her father arranged. He stepped back and took a fortifying breath.

She whimpered with the loss of his closeness.

“What are you doing to me?”  She shakily whispered.

“Nothing you are not doing to me, little one.” She shook her head disbelievingly. He would not take her against her traditions or the flimsy rules her culture cultivated.  “Tomorrow I will approach your father.  He should know that you are mine.”

“Wait.”  She cried, but he had already disappeared before her very eyes.
  Zoe slept fearfully, realizing that her future was spinning out of control.  She was confused and scared.  She still felt his Aura inside her…as if he left a piece of himself with her just to keep her company.  It stroked her soul, placated her heart, and whispered in her mind. 
It awakened a part of her she didn’t know existed. 
She finally fell asleep as she accepted that her fate was different than other maidens, and there was nothing that she could do about it.  She also realized that she didn’t want to.  He woke her body as no other has ever done. 
He woke the latent magic in her blood that lay dormant. 
He made her feel alive and cherished.  He made her feel safe.  But how do you feel save with someone shrouded in mystery?

Chapter 2

The King stood alone in his room, gazing at the mountains that surrounded his Kingdom. 
He watched the majestic beasts of
Alexandrites
as
the
y
flew through heavens in the distant mountains.  Their scales shimmering with magic and beauty.  He remembered the stor
i
es his grandfather use to tell of the magical beasts.  Were they the ramblings of an old man?

The dragons were once an integral part of the old world.  Every year, the brightest students, boys and girls, were sent to the dragons gleaning information from their ancient minds.  There they honed their magical skills, giving life to the lands.  Some helped heal the crops whereas others healed life forms.  The children with more darkness in their souls were tempered into soldiers, protecting their land from the evil creatures that sprouted forth from the Gods blood.  That time was passed.  The dragons now maintained their distance, as if watching to determine the
mortal’s
fate
and worth
.

He felt old, as more news came in from the outer lands.  He feared that soon, it would touch his beautiful lands.  An evil had begun to spread, and he knew that he had nothing to save his people with. 
His people lost the ways of the old.  Most were simple farmers and hunters.  Others were gifted in the arts and healing. 
The magic in his ancestral heritage was diluted, the knowledge lost and with them his hope began to diminish.
He sigh
ed in his solitude, shoulders drooping, and eyes cast down in defeat.

“It cannot be that bad King Abelard.”

King Abelard jumped at the voice and immediately pulled out his dagger.  The sight of the young man leaning on his massive table shook the old king. 

“How did you get in here?” he demanded.  As he was about to call for the guards, the doors closed as the man raised his hand and the dagger crumbled to dust, leaving behind not a trace.  The King gasped and stepped back from this being.  He knew he could not run and although his heart beat loudly, he raised his head and stood with pride.

The young man frowned and thought on it, “I willed it to be so.” Chaos closed the distance to the King and looked out the window at the scene the King just recently beheld.  “It is beautiful, and you are a good and just ruler
.  You people may have forgotten the ways of the old, but they have not forgotten to respect and honor the Earth as she bears fruit for your survival.
  Gaia has not been forgotten.  This pleases me.
” His eyes penetrated the King.  King
Abelard’s
shoulders momentarily sagged with the burden of his
knowledge
then straightened again.

“Who…or what are you? Which God are you and have you come to destroy my peaceful lands?”

“Quite the contrary
…y
ou have something of mine…your lands have flourished as the outer lands diminished.  This is because you have
respected mother
Earth
, and because in the heart of your Kingdom you hold
my Aura, or as you mortals would call it, half of my soul in your keeping.  The time has come for me to claim what is mine
and make
whole
what has been divided
.”

“I don’t understand what you mean.  I have nothing of yours.  Our Kingdom flourishes because we are fair and just.  We have never taken anything from the Gods
.”  The King stuttered.

“Your Kingdom flourishes because I willed it so.  Your Kingdom flourishes because your brethren have looked after you, seeing something
worth
saving.
  Your Kingdom flourishes because of the respect you still hold for the Dragons…even if you have lost their friendship.
”

“My brethren.  I know not what you speak of.”
  The King looked perplexed.

Chaos focused on an empty space behind the King.  “Show yourself,
Archaggelos
.” 
In the
void space
,
a being made of light materialized.  The King’s eyes widened as he gazed upon this mythical being.

“Sire.”  The angel acknowledged with deference.
His wings spanning the room and brushing against the high ceiling as he bowed to his creator.
  His aura was so pure that it spilled between the immortal realm, causing King Abelard to shield his eyes.

“This is the
Archaggelos
Michael.
He has watched over you and your family since the beginning.  You were never forsaken…only allowed to grow through your experiences.
  While these brethren have watched over your immortal souls, your other brethren have watched over your sacred lands.
”
  With those cryptic words, Chaos turned to the open windows.  His eyes flashed a brilliant light and the Kings eyes widened as the majestic creatures he was just watching became larger, flying directly towards the window.  Shouting was heard from the courtyard as a massive beast carefully landed outside
avoiding injuring any of the small humans bringing her
enormous head toward the window.  The dragons eyes were translucent gems, glittering with ancient knowledge and
her
teeth were the length of a man’s arm. A rumble came from the great beast, as Chaos bent forward, placing his head on the massive animals’ snout.  She purred with Chaos’ touch and shivered from the ebb and flow of their mingling powers.
  She felt at peace and united with him, the sire of her heart and blood.

“This is Ambrose, the leader of the dragons in your mountains.
  She has
vigilantly
watched over your lands.
” 

A voice rattled through the chamber in greeting, vibrating through King
Abelard’s
body with its potency.  The hairs on back of his neck stood as the beings magic washed over his rigid
body
.
 

King Abelard stepped back from the immortal beings in his presence, registering the use of ‘sire’ by the Archangel
and the dragon
.  His eyes flitted between the
three
beings, speechless in his fear.
  The screaming of his people only mildly registered in his brains as his knees buckled with the weight of his fear.

“Stand King Abelard and do not fear your allies.  Long before your time, Ambrose and her coven took in your children teaching them the old ways and bolstering the inner magic.  Although mortality has diluted your blood, those gifts still run strong in your Kingdom.  You just lost a vital piece of that magic with the rift between the Dragons and your people.  It is not that those gifts are lost, they just have not been brought to light by your watchers.  Only their Dragon
halves can bring out the inner magic that is masked by mortality.  Once the traditions of the old were lost through the many wars and battles, the magic was lost.”

Abe
lard stood with this revelation and viewed the beast purring outside of his window.

“My friend, you have served me well.”
  Chaos crooned to ancient dragon.  A shimmer of pleasure went through the dragon’s body, causing the iridescent scales to glimmer with pride.  “Abelard, come meet the teacher of your ancestors.”