Prologue

Fire.

His field of vision is filled with flames. The land was barren and consumed by hell fire. The once lush forest is now charred black. Corpses were laid out, dry and burnt into a crisp. Yet one adolescent boy stood tall even as his body lay broken.

He gripped his wounded shoulders as he stared across the vast battlefield. Both his allies and enemies were all felled. Only he and a few others remained. One by one they tried to flee. Some lay prone, their mind shattered by fear. Weeping silently, their tears tried to clean the battlefield yet to no avail.

His breathing grew ragged as he felt his body slowly giving up on him yet he stood tall. Against the tides of war. He glared at the towering enemy in front of him. The shadow it cast enveloped half of the battlefield. Its orange lizard eyes looked down on the scurrying soldiers as if they're nothing but ants. It's lustrous red scales bounced off the beautiful allure of Moonlight. It's gigantic snout emitted smoke as it scoffed towards the boys direction. As if saying 'Is this the best humanity can offer?'

He could feel its contempt sink through his skin and into his marrows. It irritated him. But what can a man do against a giant monstrosity. Its divine pressure made everyone have trouble breathing let alone scream and shout.

A dragon's majesty was a sight to behold. Its wrath however... Well you better pray to your God for mercy, Because you won't get any from it.

However contrary to the dragons assumptions the young boy took a step. Then another. As if the boy could no longer feel the dragons pressure.

He grit his teeth, enduring the pain from both his ribs and shoulders. His countless wounds accrued from constant battle. He pressed on.

Suddenly a booming majestic voice entered the ears of everyone on the battlefield.

"Human, you impress me. Even after taking the might of my dragon breath you still stand. I respect your strength and courage." It said as it's eyes roamed across the battlefield.

"However to intrude on my territory and fight your meaningless wars filled with hate and despair... Means you have breathed your last. You degenerates ruin your chances of prosperity and a glimpse towards paradise. Foolishly and arrogantly you think you stand atop the tall mountain. Ignorant towards the taller mountains that exist across your world."

The dragon closed its eyes and sighed, "you are weak... And you will remain weak as long as you stay bling to the truth."

The boy clenched his fists and shouted his voice coarse and shrill. "What do you know!? We fight not to kill, but for freedom! For justice! We seek not revenge. What we seek is justice for the fallen. Who else but us are capable of doing so?"

The dragon narrowed its eyes and shook its head, "Very well human, death it is."

"I am Baron Gileath Brightcrown! If I die today. Know that I die for my people!" The adolescent boy said as he screamed and charged towards the imposing dragon. The remaining soldiers gripped their blade as they charged towards the dragon. The dragon roared making them drop their weapons as they covered their ears.

With a swoop of its tail the soldiers were turned into meat paste. The dragon grinned and its fangs gave of a menacing glint.

"What's wrong human? Cat got your tongue?" The dragon taunted Gileath as he stared at the man who lay prone on the ground.

"Shit! Dammit atleast let me die with dignity!" He harped as he forced his tattered body to stand once more. "Gods...Demons! Anyone! Give me strength to fell this creature!"

Suddenly he felt a wave of warmth towards his chest. It was a ring. An auspicious ring he found on the flee market. It was supposed to be a gift for his beloved. A promise of some sort. However, now its just another thing he will be buried with.

He held the small ring on his hands suddenly he heard a yawn. [Is it finally time? Have you finally remembered my leige?] The voice of a young boy entered his head.

His eyes opened wide and said, "Whatever you are help me! Lend me your strength, anything so I could slay this dragon!"

Another yawn followed by laughter filled with vigor. [You want to fight a dragon? I just woke up... Whatever. Spirit of fire! <<Ifreet>>!]

Flames spewed from the ring and shrouded Gileath with warm flames as an old man covered in flames appeared behind him.

It gave of a laugh and shrouded the man I. Flames. It gave of an aura unlike any other. Making the dragon frown. He gathered his breath as his mouth crackled with electricity.

The dragon was once again ready to spew dragon breath towards him again. Gileath closed his eyes as he steadied his stands he gripped his iron sword as he roared.

The flames was instantly split in half. Gileath opened his eyes wide. He stared at the flames coating his body. He then grinned towards the dragon. He dashed with incredulous speed reaching the dragons feet in a span of a few seconds. He brandished his sword and slashed multiple times with insane speed. Weaving across the battlefield like a burning phoenix.

His enthusiasm and boundless skill for the sword is commendable, but dragonscale is a realm of its own. His blade of iron broke apart as he swung it with a mighty force. The dragon was surprised at the man's sudden burst of strength but in the end a mortal is a mortal.

He raised his foot up high ready to stomp at the puny human. He stormed heavily towards Gileath. He grit his teeth and gathered his strength punching towards the incoming foot.

A large shock wave shook the area dimming the dragon flames. The dragon was pushed back. He fell on the ground staring at the man with both horror and surprise.

"W-what... What are you?!?" The dragon screamed in terror.

Gileath bore his teeth as he bellowed. "Like I said! I am Baron Gileath Brightcrown! Greatest Swordsman of the Mairut Kingdom. I am justice incarnate. I AM YOUR DOOM."

The dragon laughed at his declaration and nodded his head, "Ha! Very well human. I'll even the playing field." He said as he shrunk his body into a more humanoid form.

He looked like a regular lizardman except for his gilded black horns and lustrous red scale. He gave of an overpowering pressure even more in his dragon form.

"I am Salan Hellflame. The Greatest Red Dragon Emperor of the South. I accept your declaration. Come at me Human! Prove me your worth!"

They both clenched their fists and charged at one another. Each punch echoed across the battlefield as it was hammered on their bodies.

Gileath grabbed Salan's horns and kneed him on the snout. He then grabbed him from the back and slammed him on the ground. He mounted the dazed dragon and repeatedly hammered him with his burning fists. Salan grinned as he reached his claws to choke Gileath. The two were at a standstill none of them wanted to budge until Salan suddenly sprouted wings pushing them off the ground. He then stepped back dodging Gileath's kick.

The two exchanged blows even after the sun has risen the two kept throwing punches and kicks.

The sun was at its peak. The sunlight was too much to bear, gileath couldn't help but squint his eyes. Salan saw this as an opportunity to attack. But Gileath dug his foot on the ground and slammed his head on Salan. The two staggered on their steps.

"Let's end this Salan!!!"

"Let's end this Gileath!!!"

The two said at the same time. They rammed at each other. Salan's hands pierced through Gileath's chest while his fist was obliterated by Salan.

"It seems you have hit your limit along time ago..." Salan said with respect. "Heh, not bad right?" gileath said as blood spurted from his mouth.

"Fear not Gileath. Your name will echo across the world and become legend! The only man to stand against a dragon emperor! Be proud for you are the greatest warrior that I have ever met!"

Salan gave off a gentle smile as he pulled out his hand. Gileath's eyes dimmed as he fell on the ground with a thud. Darkness slowly encroached his vision. A cold caress wrapped around his body as it slowly became numb.

[Such a shame my leige. I have only awoken too. Perhaps in another time then.] The ring slowly disappeared from existence and the final warmth disappeared. His eyes no longer contained any life in it.

Nothing, just like the void.

Then constant uniform ringing.

Then it was followed by a gasp.

A pre adolescent boy sat up from his bed covered in absurd amounts of sweat. His eyes opened wide as he touched all over. He stared at his chest and said, "Oh shit, I'm alive! A dream?"

He then stared at the familiar ceiling, then tot he object that was causing a ruckus ever since he woke up. He stared at his phone and its digital display said 8:00

"Oh shit, I'm dead!!!"

He said as he bolted away from his bed and towards his closet. Such is a students life, the comfort of sleep will forever remain foreign to them.

"Oh craaaappp!!! It was such a cool dream too!"

He said as he ran towards his school with frantic movements.

Thus began the tale of Sol. The cycle has begun once more. As it should, and ever will...