The Demon's Nightmares

Prologue

“There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. They were heart stones forged in the fires of Mt. Voldehr. Their scales from the iron smithed by the dwarves. Their teeth and claws with steel sharpened to fines point, deadlier than the blades of our Huntsman. Through the jealousy of his brother and greed for the thrown, a young Prince summoned an enchantress, and a spell was created, giving life to creatures filled with blood lust. Fighting between brothers, a King loved by many, a wise and caring soul with a powerful influence amongst his people. And a Prince bitter and hated with powerful war tactics and brawns of a bear with a craving for blood and violence. Within the year, war waged out amongst the kingdom. Factions formed to defend themselves, and clans went into hiding for fear the dragons would destroy pieces of ancient magic and documents during their rampage.

But amongst the chaos, the King vanished. Some say his brother had kept him as a prisoner, and others say he left out of fear for his life, leaving his people behind to perish. The feeling of betrayal swept over the kingdom. As the people wept for the loss of their beloved King, they feared what was to come as the rise of evil was coming to the thrown.

This my young ones is how their prized kingdom had fallen many centuries ago. The story of the battle between the two brothers shattered trust amongst their family as well as created our history's most powerful creatures. But what the kingdom didn’t know was that their beloved late King led a completely different life within the mortal realm. He disguised himself in the mortal realm from his home of the underworld in hopes that whatever life he had led there was hidden from his family. And a secret he did keep, through well-guarded and spell locked documents, a photo was discovered. Pictured was an old ripped-up copy of an ultrasound. Whispers of a possible heir spread like wildfire through the kingdom, creating a race against life, and death to find them. For the people wanted the possible heir brought back alive to rightfully take the throne and stop the growing evil, the new king, on the other hand, had other plans in mind. A bounty was placed over their head, capture alive or kill on the spot if unrestrainable. The only problem the kingdom had was they didn’t know if it even really was their heir, who this possible heir was, how old they were, or what they looked like.“

“Wait grandpa how are they going to look for someone they don’t even know or what they look like?” the small boy asked, “This story doesn’t make any sense.”

“Will you shush Jackson, I still wanna hear it! Grandpa will tell us the story, please?” The girl begged, Shoving her brother to the side and scooting closer to the rocking chair the old man was sitting in.

He chuckled “Now Evelynn dear apologize to your brother you know not to shove him like that, and Jackson what’s the point of a good story without a bit of mystery eh? It leaves the mind to decipher what's to come or be entirely surprised by what the outcome truly is.” The old man coughed and poured more coffee into his mug from the coffee table. The fire from the old fireplace grew dim and crackled, his eyes twinkled behind his glasses from the reflection of it. He looked up at the photo of a woman carefully placed on a bookshelf, took a sip of his coffee, and cleared his throat.

“Now then lads, where were we?” He smiled softly, ” Ah yes, the possible heir.”