“The Muinaiset lie dormant. Their war has made them tired and so they rest. They may rest for hundreds of years. Now, we face a new enemy, a new war. The war to rebuild what they have destroyed.”
He speaks firm, but soft. He knows of the destruction caused by the muinaiset. The Forn, with their fists of fire, tore through Zavicai. They burnt down the homes, burnt down the crops, burnt down the people. Now King Kiraal has come down to see the villages, to Zavicai to see of the destruction caused by The Forn. He has come to do what he can, spare who he can, to help rebuild. A gracious leader.
Next, I shall escort him to the larger village of Miharo. It was damaged to a much lesser extent, but the people are shaken. For they had one of the largest of the muinaiset come to their village. The Drevniy. They tower over the highest of buildings, over the highest hills, and now they lay to rest on the sides of mountains. It is said that they stood over the village, looked down at the populace and scoffed. The Drevniy simply walked over them. Killed a few dozen, crushed a few houses, but nothing too severe, luckily.
After, we shall visit the villages ruined by the Ertnii. They are smaller than the Forn, smaller than most of the muinaiset. But they are much faster, much more agile, and much more deadly to humans. The villages they ravaged are left with very few alive. And those alive are left to pick up the pieces of their families, for the Ertnii, unlike other muinaiset, kill not to eat, but for amusement. Their small blades can be invisible when looked upon at the right angle, they are so fine, they slice through meat and bone with the same ease of a knife through butter.
The last stop before home was destroyed by the flaming corpse of a Kodai, one of the last of their kind. The largest of the muinaiset. The Kodai are so large they disrupt the gravity around them. Rocks stick to their legs, sometimes even people. The one that now lay burning over the villages of Eldur and Logi was named Drotni. A common name in the mouths of our elders. The other Kodai still rest at the bottom of the oceans. Their size is so drastic, they more often than not crawl, as they cannot see beyond the clouds.
Finally, we shall return home, to the peak of Mount Kati, where a Kodai attacked. Only one. Drotni. She put her index finger up to the wall of the Kingdom of Ya-Kati and pushed, ever so softly. The walls crumbled under her immense size. She smiled, proud of her achievement. Then she spoke, her voice shook the walls of every house in Världji,
“Ükka sly-nja maŋöljai Wåtijnå?”
King Kiraal told me she asked for an offering, something to make her leave us be. Which is why we gave her the wyverns, she did not know we kept dragons as well, and when she was finished with the wyverns, my King asked her to leave. She smiled and shook her head.
That is when we made sure she knew of the dragons.
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