Evolve: Chapter 2 Part 2

Venril

Venril could see it in his brothers eyes, Nexyl was pondering something. He knew his brother to hide things from him sometimes. Most of the time, he didn't question it, because he knew that if he got too close to the truth, he'd just be setting himself up for something far worse than he anticipated. He wondered though what his brother was up to. He could tell his brother interested in learning magick, but not necessarily for the craft's sake. He still couldn't question it or his brother because they were family and he didn't think ill-will towards anyone or about anyone. It wasn't his style. He was not about to assume the worse out of his brother, even if his gut was clenching tightly in the thought of it.

He led his brother down the long hallway, their ancestors paying no expense at making the corridors seem long and confusing as if it was just some tunnel that would lead to the outside on the other side of the mountain outside their kingdom walls. For some reason the Elves built walls around their kingdom in a world of peace, as if they knew that one day in the future war would break out and they would be forced to defend themselves with any possible structure knowing that the world would someday come to such chaos. Chaos. Why was the world coming to that? What was so wrong in the world that was stirring up turmoil as bad as rumoring of a world-wide war against nations. Why? Why has it come to that? It was a terrible thought. He loved all the creatures of Reydothe and he didn't want to use the very craft of archery and swordplay against any one of them, not to spar or to fight and kill. This shouldn't be happening. Was their laws truly that messed up and hypocritical? That wouldn't make all Elves hypocritical would it? Because he wasn't. He knew he wasn't. He was willing to give any other creature power and status and create equality for all creatures, and if creating a council was the way to do it, then so be it, he was all for it. 

They finally reached the end of the tunnel into a large cavern room filled with bookshelves, tables, papers, and the occasional dust and cobwebs. It seems time has expended its hold on this room without the duties of a maid service. Venril wasn't too worried about a little dirty furniture standing in his way of obtaining some information. However, his brother seemed quite distasteful with the idea of how dirty the place was. 

"Someone never ordered maid service in the last few centuries huh?" Nexyl spoke up as he brushed his index finger along a chair and then brushed the dust and dirt off of it on his pants. 

Venril almost looked annoyed at his brother's comment, sensing no respect for their ancestors and too enamored with high quality life. It was a spoiled child displeased with his certain state of affairs in a new location, and Venril only thought of how much of a brat his brother was being.  He sighed and took a deep breath and moved it pass him so he could move on with his tour. 

"This is the Ancient Library. It has books on the history, our ancestors story, magick, the creation of the Dragons, and much more." He said enthusiastically. He looked over his shoulder at his brother who seemed to be preoccupied in a book about politics. Typical. He always did care for politics even when it always distressed him. He never understood why his brother worked so hard to achieve such knowledge. It seemed pointless to know everything and to study so hard for it. 

A person needed a balanced nutritious diet, even with that of knowledge and wisdom. If you gorge yourself on just carbs, you were bound to gain weight and if all you eat is sweets, you gain cavities. There was such a thing as too much of a good thing. Venril knew he was the one with the sweet tooth, always hungry for something fun, new, and exciting. He did little studying but when he did, he put his heart into it. Never once did he half-ass his studies. He even already half of the books that were in this room before he showed his brother and he knew of the knowledge already. He just didn't stress himself out on how much he did at one time or how it affected his day. He always flowed with the wind, easy-going and calm, never once stirring unless the clouds commanded the air to do so. His brother, however, always swam against the current without complaining, never resting from the tide. He never went through with the flow, always against it and always swam underneath to know its secrets and why they were against him. Why couldn't his brother just be an element of them all. He could be passionate like fire, calm like the wind, fluent like the water, and sturdy like the earth. He knew that you had to obtain one elemental trait to be who you are, but all to be full. He understood the elements and followed them when they asked him too. Never once did he fight the elements nor argued with them. 

Why was his brother so keen on learning about politics, namely the book he just looked at: battle strategies? Also what was with this obsession with the Dragons, why was he after the secrets of a beast that evolves from the personal struggle of any being on Reydothe. The book told him of the first Dragon. It was originally a lost soul who wanted to save his family, feeling helpless as what he was: a Fairy who was too small and too weak to protect others. He wanted to save his friends and family from the giant rogue beast that was going to kill and eat his small village hidden in the garden. He stood his ground and when he was almost squished, a light glowed, brighter than an Elf light for such a small creature. He grew twenty-times his size and in Dragon form and attacked the beast attacking his home. However, the battle was so tremendous for the small village, it was shattered in the garden and his family was bought underneath the rubble. Able to change his size and form he was able to realize that in the end he wound up destroying them not understanding what he was or who he was becoming. He realized that once he was a Dragon, there was no turning back and no easy way out of his situation. So he decided to train himself and any other person who became like him in order to save lives, however, Dragons have fury and despite their true heart, their actions spawn just as many mistakes as they do successes. The first Dragon was a blue type, the color representing sadness and grief but also desperation and change for blue represents water and with it comes the change water endures. He wanted to meet the Dragon, the once small Fairy, and learn more but he also understood that people fear Dragons based on the mistakes that they happen to create and probably would much rather stay away from anyone who wants to get too close, namely someone who wants to get close for the sake of knowledge and power. 

Venril could care less if he became a Dragon. They were cool creatures but not necessarily a life he wanted to lead on his own. It seemed like a hard life, having to deal with the public always viewing you as an outsider, a beast, a monster. It seemed like a hollow victory. Especially, for your own kind who would much rather look at the destruction you cause then the heart you tried to show to the world, the once pure heart whose main purpose was to protect those dear and then wound up causing their deaths. To do so much with little respect. He tried, that was the point right? Yes, that was the point. Despite the effort, always look towards saving people even if you can't. Even to try and save a person is still the same as at least doing something, even if it is out of your hands. If you can't save a person, don't beat yourself up, just give them a respectful passing onto the next world and tell them before they are buried, that they will be reborn with a life full and grand.  

He never helped others or saved lives for the respect from others or the satisfaction of doing something right, just that it was the right thing to do regardless of how it is viewed. He knew that if he became a Dragon, he would want to do it the right way and never turn back, no regrets. Becoming one may be based on an internal self-related resolution of completing oneself for the benefit of becoming stronger in their own way, but that doesn't mean it is how it is done. Throughout history, each Dragon was born because the person found the resolution they were seeking, whether it be to improve in knowledge, strength, or power or to become stronger so you can save others. It isn't the only way, saving lives and and knowing that despite what you do, it is meant to be whether you die saving the person or become better, you tried and that is all that mattered. No life is spent in vain. He wouldn't want to get into that kind of lifestyle for the sake of himself. He would much rather do it for the sake of others and only that. To become a Dragon for the right reasons, there is no honor in becoming such a beautiful, powerful creature if all you are doing is to benefit yourself. If he became one, he wouldn't care about being one, just how he became one and if it meant doing it for someone else's sake and protecting lives, that was all he needed to be content with the life of a Dragon. And he'd be the first to evolve for the sake of someone else's life above his own or the wellbeing of his own. That was his nature.

The very resolution growing within him, to evolve for the sake of someone else made his light glow brighter. He did not evolve right then and there based on that fact, but deep within in him, he felt stronger just thinking he could help in some way to anyone who needed him. That was all he needed, to wish to everyone a healthy, full life and if anything happens, he'd do his best to be there for them and make sure they have a chance at a life more than what fate has decided for them. He'd do anything he could to save lives, even at the cost of his own.

Nexyl

He looked over his brother just as Venril's light flickered brighter than any Elf light has before. He wondered what was on his brother's mind, always deep in thought over fantasy and a full head in the clouds. Typical. He never knew when his brother studied or if he even read one word of information of Reydothe's Scroll let alone the books in their professional library on history, politics, linguistics, and science. The only science given was the art of discovering the unknown outside their own planet as well as the elements. That was science for them, elements and the ground beneath them. Not chemicals or technological developments. Those were subjects looking into. Technology seemed fascinating to Nexyl, however, it wasn't necessary to obtain. He thought that science in general was fascinating but not for the sake of others and benefiting life and helping people, but for creating machines to help defend his own kingdom. Where was the knowledge in helping others you don't know? What good comes from that? Sure, even he knew it was the right thing to do but why would you go to such risks for your own sake? Why would you be a martyr for someone who you barely know or don't even know at all? That logic didn't make sense to him.

Light. He looked down at his own hand and his light was growing dim, one more minute and he may pass out. How long has it been since he ate? Fifteen hours it seemed. How long since he had gotten any sleep? Thirty-four. Yes, it has been over a day since he has had a good nights rest. He should go and rest before he causes any troubles for his brother or for his image as a prince. A prince's duty is not to sleep standing up and to fall on his face and get his robe dirty. He should go to bed respectfully with poise and dignity. Yes, he should go to bed. 

"I think we should come back later when we have eaten, freshen up, and rested." Nexyl told his brother with a soft smile. His brother looked up from his deep thoughts and smiled happily.

"Yes brother. You need rest. Early to bed, early to rise, makes an Elf healthy, wealthy, and wise. And you are beyond wisdom, dear brother. I shall help you to your room and tell the staff you needed your beauty sleep and that I will take over any tasks in your place till dinnertime. How does that sound?" He asked his brother.

"Thank you Ven, but that won't be necessary. The court can wait a day to catch up on what's needed to be done. The court needs its rest too. Let's go then." He said with a smile.

Venril smiled back and they headed out the second entrance to the chambers, that connected to Venril's closet. Nexyl seemed perplexed by the weird teleporting portal. 

"What is this?" He questioned astounded.

"It's a portal I made with magick, so I can come down there whenever I needed to know more. I can show you how to make one in your closet so you can do the same." Venil said with a smile.

Nexyl looked confused but smiled back generously. "Thank you. I'd be honored if you show me little brother." He said before hugging his brother from behind. "You know, I give you so little credit but it seems you do consider things wisely when it comes to it. You are a great Prince, and an even better Elf. I'm proud to call you brother." He said honestly.

Venril looked confused but smiled happily to hear his brother say those words to him. "Same to you dear brother. You have all my respect and love a brother can give." 

Nexyl almost felt ashamed to have doubted his brother earlier but it seems his brother was just a different person than he was. If it was him who took on the tasks of foreign affairs and civil liberties, would he too have become as naive and heartfelt as Venril is now. The amount of love and compassion his brother shared was almost insufferable, but thankfully, not unbearable. 

Evolve: Chapter 1 Part 2

The world was glorious among this time, bright and clear, high-definition without the science at our fingertips. It was clean and fresh, full of wonder and glory. Its creatures living in peace with one another, even the Ogres and Trolls did not disturb its neighbors smaller than them. The Elves, were not as proper as legend tells, for the Elves believed in elegance through diplomacy rather than beauty. They were still beautiful. Beauty was simply a title one would say in relation to the Elves, especially to the royal family, who were the Guardians of Reydothe and the soul backbone of leadership among the world which was not won by power or dominance, nor by drawing sticks, but by lifespan for the Elves far succeeded any other creature among them. Reydothe needed leaders who were healthy and wise to lead, and the Elves spent no expense at doing what was best for Reydothe. They sought peace and equality of all creatures, big or small, ugly or beautiful, and devised their own Democracy of Laws, called Reydothe's Scroll. 

Reydothe's Scroll, consisted of 20 main laws with consecutive details towards each one. The basics included: No killing even among defense, no violence or stealing even among desperation, equality does not judge based on differences but only similarities of livelihood; that all living creatures are subjugated under or upon Reydothe's soil, and no living creature is above another. Elves saw everyone as their brother even without blood ties or racial differences. We are born, therefore we are all equal. 

The kingdom, however, was losing its stronghold on Reydothe's creatures and accused of abusing its power or being hypocritical to its laws, for no creature is above another, thus Elves should not be in full control. The creatures of Reydothe were correct, however, through change came differences of opinion and a slow process in improvement to consider. Patience was far from on their side and against them at every turn. Things went downhill after the two Princes were born, their leadership in question and almost far from their reach. 

The fraternal twins, Nexyl and Venril, Princes of Reydothe and of Elven descent, were born when turmoil was merely a rumor and rapidly growing. They grew up learning everything there was to know about democracy and leadership. Nexyl being the older of the two was forced to know far more about the history and the government the Elves adopted while Venril focused more on social affairs and civil liberties. The division of the two princes, both of equal status to the throne, shaped their own personalities and opinions. Nexyl, the stoic, critic always supporting logic and wisdom over personal emotions strongly believed that the Kingdom was top priority and Venril, the outgoing, optimist who always saw the good in others despite outward appearance and reputation strongly believed in the people's welfare and their safety was top priority. 

Venril was always helping others, providing food and shelter to those in need and always making time to play with the children. He even traveled some to neighboring villages to help in anyway possible. He even risked his life numerous times to help build shelters or protect the people he came into contact with. His brother, Nexyl, saw this illogical and foolish. He believed a leader cannot lead or offer his hand in friendship if he is always knocking on death's door trying to help them. 

Nexyl believed a Prince should focus on his duties at home rather than the affairs of foreign lands. Venril was not about to do sit around and waste time with politics at home. The restless Venril was not at all eager at obtaining the throne and was asked to leave most of the duties and responsibilities on his brother. He did not want to cause his brother any distress, nor was he being selfish in agreeing to such a request. He felt that one cannot build his home without the foreign land that surrounds it, otherwise it does not differentiate itself from being a home to return to. This led him to take half of the responsibility of his brother's by lending his hand to others in anyway possible. 

The week was young and Venril's was certainly the most challenging of any he has ever faced within the 400 years he walked Reydothe. His body was average in height and lanky in statue. It was, however, masculine and bold, broad and strong. He trained in many weapons, simply for protection purposes of his people and for the art of the craft. His favorite was the bow, the target always a board on a haystack, never a living creature for elves did not seek food from living creatures but from the growth of the land. He never understood the Dwarves for their obsession with meat and ale. He tried it once with his Dwarf allies in the West and the next morning, he was not so eager to get up nor willing to try a second round. 

Venril never sought death of anyone around him but did not mind if Death sought him if it meant standing in its way to that of another's livelihood. Death was always one step next to him for he was always risking his own life for the sake of others. Which set him apart from any and all other beings around him. His brother yelled at him once for his foolish actions, saving a young boy from drowning when the tide was far too strong to fight. 

Nexyl adored his younger brother, but was not always proud of his ways. Nexyl spoke to Venril almost as if he was the adult speaking to a child, never understanding reality and the limitations one can endure when facing such obstacles. Nexyl almost regretted speaking harshly to his brother for he feared Venril would do something even more unspeakable. How right he was, for Venril was about to face the most tragic of all tales not yet spoken, especially not in friendly company for the words spoken were far from polite, rather forbidden it seemed for the very word spoken was either a rumor or a threat to the ears of fear. Dragon. 

During this time, Nexyl feared to speak a word of the darkness he felt within the land. It's presence all so familiar with the rise of the Dragons underfoot. The first Dragon born only 11,000 years before his own birth and was slowly growing with each decade. Nexyl feared that the Dragons were going to cause an uprising against the Elves and desperate action was needed. The legends of the Dragons and their own birth were long forgotten by then and only tales of their actions among the others were placed into questions with rumors of destruction and chaos from beasts as hideous and ill-tempered as the Ogres. Nexyl was on his own quest to seek out the truth of the Dragons before another one showed up. Little did he know, that time was quickly upon them. 

Nexyl walked the slim path of the garden from the Palace his family shared, along with the two servants he kept close at hand for business pleasures. Nexyl saw his brother not far from the path, playing happily with the Werecat children. He despised many different races, mainly for their differences from the Elves and more importantly the darkness that rumored through the wind. He knew that one or two of the races among Reydothe would rise against the Elves, and he was training both in mind and in craft for what may happen next. He trusted no one outside his only family and possibly some of his family. It was hard for him to admit that he suspected a few of his own family members would deceive him, he hoped one of them was not his brother. He cared deeply for his brother, so much so in fact that he expected his brother to always find confidence in confiding in him of any secrets on mind and any faith in hand. He hoped to find the same respect from his brother to do the same. 

Nexyl needed desperately to speak with his brother about this, merely for support, but he was not about to mention it. He hoped his brother would be mature enough to understand the difficult stress he was under in deciding what it was he should do. He needed his brother, as a brother and as a friend, not as a prince or diplomat. 

"Venril, a word please." Nexyl shouted to him across the garden highly infested with flowers not grown on Earth but vaguely similar to bell flowers and roses. Nexyl enjoyed the flowers and the grass, he loved the smells and more importantly the sights. He was a visual learner and he loved many sights to gaze upon, however, his vision in his left eye was growing weak and he wanted to do anything he could in order to fix it. He was sometimes caught closing his eyes or winking in order to see, but he was a man of high class and did not wish to hint towards his own faults. He never considered revealing a negative side to him as an image to perceive but sometimes he couldn't avoid it. 

Venril was busy playing with the Werecat children, a humanoid beast of cat-like qualities. He told the kitties to count to 1000 as fast as a butterfly flutters and that he would return shortly after. He then rushed to his brother, standing upright and stiff, as he expected his brother of such finery and grace would stand. He noticed his brother was rather tired that day, his skin under his eyes covered in glitter and make-up to hide the dark shadows of many restless nights. He felt bad his brother was doing all the work while he was basically out playing freely.  He wanted to take on some responsibility but he was once told by Nexyl, "Not to Worry." He remembered those words as well as he remembered his brother's face that day, it now aged but still the same.

  Nexyl's Elven light was dim, almost weak and cloudy from the stress. An Elf's light is an outward glow that marks the strength and wisdom they obtain. All Elves have one and when asleep it dims, thus the brighter an Elf is in spirit, the brighter the glow. Nexyl's was dimming, not by death though, but by lack of sleep. If his glow dimmed too low, Nexyl would certainly fall asleep for keeping that glow bright takes a lot of energy out of an Elf, thus leaving them weak after each spark or change. 

Nexyl was tall and graceful, long golden hair that was almost white, a platinum blond, that flowed as luxurious as the sapphire rivers curving through the forest, the very green his silk cloak was mimicking. His skin was fine and smooth, ravished in wisdom but still young, almost equivalent to a human's mid-teens. His body was tall and lanky, not as masculine as Venril's for he was a man chained to a desk rather than with the craft. He has dabbled in many of the craft, but not so highly as his brother. He was strong though, especially in a game of wits. He was a genius in a word game and among a game they adopted from the human world they once heard of centuries ago, called Chess. It was reformed to fit the Elven world and to better the game within its challenge.  

Venril, with his dark hair, cut short and jagged unevenly with his bangs covering most of his forehead, shone with colors of the sea and his cloak as brown as the tree bark that howled in the wind. Venril''s skin was darker than that of his brothers, taking after his father it seems and with countless hours outside working. His skin was smooth and round, younger looking than Nexyl even only seconds apart from one another. He felt as if there was a huge age gap between the two of them, Venril appearing younger and slightly shorter than Nexyl who was tall, almost a giant in the Elven world. He was no where near as beautiful as his brother and certainly not as graceful. He certainly was, however, more easy-going. 

"Yes, dear brother?" He asked respectfully, yet curiousness never far from his mind. 

Nexyl seemed almost uptight about his news, so much he waved his hand to his servants to leave them and motioned to his brother to follow. "Come brother, walk with me." He gestured gracefully before they traveled along the path together within the garden. 

When far enough away from ear shot, Nexyl begun his news. "Reydothe is under great need of protection." He said, his light looking cloudier than before.

"Protection? From what?" Venril asked, confused and uneasy now, his stomach wrenching with distress and his own light dimming. 

"From the uprisings, of course. Reydothe grows impatient with Elven leadership, calling us hypocrites among our own law." He said looking even more stressed than usual. "I fear it is almost a matter of time before we are facing a sight no other has ever seen on Reydothe, a war."

"War? I heard of no war among the Dwarves. There is a rumor though. A rumor floating about the neighboring villages, talking of a division of power extending further than Elven command. Is that your work, dear brother?" 

"Indeed it is. Ogres are wanting their own King, Dwarfs are growing testy of us Elves, and the Dragons." Nexyl spoke almost unable to breathe. 

"Nexyl, you alright? What of the Dragons?" Venril responded calmly yet unable to find the strength to touch his brother for support. 

"They are uprising against everyone, and they are born without breeding. It doesn't make any sense. How are their more than there was a decade ago. There is nearly five new Dragons soaring through our skies. Not to mention, there has been villages in the South that are burned nearly to a crisp. I don't know how to control that in which I don't understand." He said, his hand finding his spot on his forehead as he grieved in distraught. 

Venril placed his hand on his brother's shoulder and forced him to look at him. "If you need answers, dear brother, simply ask. I have found the hidden history lain deep beneath our soil. It tells the tale of the Dragons, and the legacy of their reign." He said showing an optimistic sign of satisfaction to have the answers to his brothers questions, simply to ease the turmoil in his mind. 

"Where did you come to find such information? However did you find the truth?" He questioned almost dumbfounded by his brother's find and somewhat envious he couldn't find it himself. His brother was always out and about, however, did he find secrets underneath the Kingdom?  

"The passage beyond the statue we used to play under, there is a switch that leads deep underground in an old cavern that has since long been abandoned by our ancestors. The planks above the door frames are written in Ancient Elvish, possibly 1000-years-ago. Our Great Grandfather is the keeper of the tale." 

Evolve: Chapter 1 Part 1

Chapter 1

Evolution, although fully understood within a world of science and technology, is merely a myth in Reydothe, a planet of magick and mystery. Mankind believes that Evolution is the gradual process where improvement is needed in order to survive. For example, wisdom teeth are losing their functionality within mouths because as technology progresses and the need for sporks and cooking food become popular, there has come a point where there is no need to chew raw or tough meat or to tear it in two with our teeth. Therefore, evolution has taken command by making mouths smaller as time progresses allowing the wisdom teeth no room to join its neighbors Mr. and Mrs. Molar. This is just one example of Evolution, a process Reydothe has yet to see or doesn't dare to believe. It is not until the first Dragon is born that evolution is fully understood to Reydothians. 

Dragons are not born by a mother and a father coming together for the sake of love and producing a child. They are in fact, born from the resolve of any Reydothian who wishes to become stronger than they once were. The first Dragon was originally a Fairy, a small sprite that knew it was helpless to defend the ones he cared for and when the time came to protect his family and friends, he couldn't. He couldn't' save them from the creature ten times their size and prevent the creature from crushing their homes. Feeling helpless and unable to do anything about the situation, his resolve to become bigger and stronger in order to fight for the ones he loved, was enough to allow him to evolve into a new, unheard of creature and no bigger than that of a female black lab. 

He became a Dragon, something that has never been done before. He was unable to control his size nor his actions when defending his parents from the beast near seconds away from crushing them. Instead, because of the battle with the beast, he was unable to save them regardless if he protected them. The fact of the matter was that the rumble from the battle was too powerful for the village to handle and in the end, he wound up killing his own family in the process.

Devastated and confused, he was shunned by the remaining few in the village, believing that this new transformation was nothing more than a curse and that he was in no way fit to live with them anymore even when he can clearly change his size and structure to live alongside them as he has always done as a Fairy. He was the first Dragon, a creature never once born before now, and rather than wallowing in self-pity, he decided to do all he could to handle what he was and protect those in need. He was too big for his own people and yet nearly a pet to a Dwarf or an Elf. He was a Blue Dragon, a color that meant depression, life, and change. However, although the first, this is not where this story begins. In fact, it begins much later on, nearly over a thousand years after the first Dragon came into being. This tale is about the Dark One, however, don't let his name fool you. He is not a Dragon derived from darkness and evil, in fact he is the purest soul there is. 

"How is The Dark One not evil? He is called the Dark One for a reason right?" A small child nearly reaching double digits interrupted. 

"He is not evil because Darkness is still visible to the naked eye. You wouldn't look directly into the sun without shades would you Petey?" A young man asked the young child. 

"I wouldn't!" A small girl said out loud. "Light is bright and hard to look at."

"Exactly, thank you Sally." The man said with a smile.

"So how is he not evil?" Petey asked curiously.

"He is pure because even in darkness you can still see him. His scales glow a hefty lilac in the moonlight and it is the Invisible One you should watch out for."

"Invisible One?" Petey asked.

"Yes, much like the wind, the Invisible One strikes without warning and is hard to know is there unless interacting with another element or the feel of it against your skin. Ghosts are invisible and yet are still unknown to us. We do not know if they are there or when they are going to strike and make themselves known. Therefore, the Invisible Dragon, is the impure one, the one derived from selfish desires and self-interest while the Dark One is the purest soul, protecting the lives of others even at the cost of his own life."

"That's impossible, nobody can do that." Petey doubted.

"Shhh!" Sally shushed him.

"Thank you Sally. And yes it is quite possible Pete. There is good in this world just as there is evil. Everyone is born with good-natured interests for the sake of someone other than themselves, but are very rare to come by. Mankind grows up believing what they hear and live by what they can obtain. Very few understand that you must earn what you can rather than simply getting what you think you deserve."

Sally nodded her head, smiling happily." That is why I do chores to earn allowance in order to buy the things I need, rather than simply begging mommy and daddy for everything I want, like someone I know." She said smirking as she looked over at Petey.

"Yes, very good Sally. But don't believe you do the chores simply to get the gratitude from it. It is much more honorable of you to do it because it is helping your parents out in a few minor things they ask of you."

"Yes, I know. I do it for mommy and daddy because they ask me to. They wouldn't ask it of me if they didn't need the help." She said with a determined nod. "Now get back to the story Uncle Ronen!" She said eagerly. "I really like this story!"

Still upset with what his sister just said he muttered, "Only a kiss-up would." 

"What was that?" Sally asked .

"Nothing." Petey said looking away and trying to cover it up.

"Alright you two, now where was I?" Uncle Ronen asked before he smiled and went back to his story. "Oh yes!" 

Where one being evolves into the next, is rare and highly improbable. However, although rare, still quite possible. Within this world, the art of evolution is simply a transition from one stage to the next, for the creatures among Reydothe live far longer than that of a world dependable on science and technology. Reydothians live centuries far beyond the reach of mankind, believing to be bigger in physical strength and well-being, but really are just as weak as man, impervious to death's will. However, unlike man, are able to evolve into something far more better, bigger, more imaginable in beauty and strength.

This world, is Reydothe, a planet not far from Earth where man resides, yet still quite distant, almost similar to that of a farm side house from its neighbors merely acres away. Reydothe is no further away than that of Mars, and surely not nearly as close as Venus is to that of the Sun. As Earth's twin that does not collide with its brother, yet do not revolve in the same plane Reydothe is a mythical place filled with magick, mystery and creatures man believes only in fairytales. However, it is far from a tale told by Fairies, and are as real as the dirt between our toes and the sand neighboring the sea. In this world, relying on the strength to survive and personal resolve to depend on is the very nature of this world. Among such resolve, Reydothians have been gifted with the opportunity to evolve, into something far more than what  they are now. They are given the chance to evolve into Dragons, the very myth of evolution. Born from the rebirth of another being that evolved through one's own strength through personal resolve. A blessing man has yet to comprehend, let alone obtain and for that, they are not as evolved as Reydothians. 

Dragons, are not born on their own or from the mating of one another. They are born from any creature on Reydothe who has found some sort of enlightenment in their own way whether it be personal or towards the well-being of others. Whether from the heart or the mind, Dragons are born when the soul has evolved into a being far greater than that of any Elf, Ogre, Dwarf, or Troll, from which a Dragon originates from in previous form. Thus, any being can evolve into a Dragon if strong enough to do so, because Evolution is not a choice, it is a resolution of the internal structure that constructs the very connection to the body and the soul. To put it simply, if any being seeks to better themselves whether for he sake of survival their soul follows through with the evolution process, allowing them to become stronger, wiser, and ultimately better. Many will become a Dragon and so very few have become a Unicorn. However, the process is not so easy to come by and thus not every one can for it is only the truly gifted and wise that move upward in the world, and so very few have lived to tell the tale.

The purest of these is the Dark Dragon, a black scaled creature who is visible even at night for its scales glow a hefty lilac within the moonlight, Reydothe consisting of three moons that do not set entirely on the same day nor seen quite as often as another. The Black Dragon is the purest, simply because darkness is always visible. Light is never fully looked upon with the naked eye, for presence is only seen through the contrast between light and darkness, never directly. 

There is no light if there is no dark, and therefore, the most visible of the two is darkness, making it the purest form.

Light, however, is the impure one here, derived from the darkest of souls who have succumb to selfish desires and personal gratitude, never towards the compassion of others. However, light consists of two forms, the visible and the invisible. The invisible being the worst of the two evils, for what we cannot see is the most dangerous form and can attack at any moment. The wind is a great example, for its mystery is what makes it so fearful to those who cannot see it unless it interacts with other elements. While visible light is seen through the naked eye, it should never be gazed upon so highly and should be wary to those who rely too greatly on it. Invisible light, science would call Infrared or Ultraviolet, is a mystery even within a world of mystery, for this could make up the structure of two different colored Dragons in Invisible light, one seeing far more evil than the other yet both completely invisible to those who fear it.

"Does such a place even exist or are you just making this up?" Petey asked. 

"It's completely real!" Sally argued.

"Yeah right, it can't be. Mythical beings don't exist, otherwise they wouldn't be called mythical." He stated, proud of himself for being so clever.

Sally looked distraught, almost as if she was about to cry. The eight-year-old hated to cry but her big brother was being mean and rude for saying such hurtful things. "It is real.." She muttered softly.

"Baby…" Petey pouted, hating to see his sister cry but knew he was right. 

"Actually, she's right. It is a real place. I've been there." Their uncle said with a smile to cheer Sally up.

"Really!?" They both said at the same time.

"Yup. I have a few friends there, ones in this story, in fact."

"Liar." Petey said.

"That's so cool!" Sally said happily and over Petey's comment, forcing him to be muted out by her excitement.

"It is cool and whether it is make believe or not, does not take away from the fact that the morals in the story are true. What stories teach you can alter your very personality and hopefully for the better. They evolve you in a way. So Pete, whatever you watch, read, or hear, don't let it change who you are but make sure you consider it as a possibility. Even religion can teach you morals without needing to follow them. The Bible talks about God and so many people believe in him despite the fact that he has never made his presence known, as far as science says. Does that mean he is not real? Who's to say what, but the fact is that everything he teaches in his book is truth, the morals in the story are real. It is how you perceive them that change the outcome of the story." 

Petey looked sad because he was proven wrong by something he can't argue with and wasn't willing to question anything more about this story because in truth, he really did like it. 

"Now, again, where was I? Oh right!" 

Fear. A word many associate with when speaking of Dragons, for Dragons are seen as ruthless beasts who destroy villages, kill and eat creatures smaller than them, and familiar with the word, destruction. The first creature to evolve into a Dragon knew all too well, this word known as destruction. His mistake was what forced people to see him as a beast and from then on a reputation the Dragons shared as beasts was formed, proving to the villagers of any race that Dragons were gifts given to dark souls who found loopholes in natural truths and followed this strange idea of evolution that the Earthlings knew more about then Reydothians did. It was hard for a Dragon to get any respect from anyone because of a few rumors and from a reputation based on the opinions of others. Even a Fairy, the smallest creature in Reydothe, had a hard time trusting a Dragon, even when the first Dragon use to be one.

Dragons will remain beasts in the eyes of other fellow beings, yet can manipulate their structure through willpower and magick. With magick, a Dragon can change its shape and size and even its appearance to match that of any normal being making it very hard to tell the difference between a Dragon and any creature on Reydothe, like an Elf. A Dragon can mimic the very appearance they once had in previous form and hide in the open just as another ordinary being. The only determination in difference is the tattoo burned in their back. It was a Gaelic tattoo design of a Dragon and determining the color marked the color of the Dragon's appearance. The Dark One, misunderstood for its connections with darkness wore a deep black tattoo that shined in the moonlight while the Invisible One, wears an outlined form of a Dragon that had no unique beauty of its own. The Invisible One with no indication of beauty and transparent half the time, is still seen as a God and believed to be purest form simply from the mindset of "what we cannot see cannot hurt us".  How foolish Reydothians are for believing the trail of secrets not fully told within the light, not aware that the Dark One is in fact the purest soul there is making it the rarest among the rest. The wind does not howl unless aggravated and once aggravated can damage even the strongest of homes. It is invisible but do not think it so lightly, for it is as deadly as the volcano in its wake and as strong as the waves in its youth. It seeks and destroys silently without warning, and yet still considered an element of the Gods to cool down the days in heat and carry the wings of avian creatures home. The Invisible One will not think twice to cool off the day or send a bird home, it instead wishes to cause destruction and lies, a trait the Dark One has never once shared in all of its short existence.

This is the tale that must be told, the unspeakable truth never once known to open ears. It will forever remain hidden within the shadows the Dark One knows all too well, for this is his tale. With our story beginning far before his evolution.

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