The FrostWing Chronicles

Prologue- Blessed, yet Cursed by the stars

Our Galaxy; Much has taken place within this magnificent spiral of Stars. On the very edge of the galaxy lies a triple starred system called Perma, and within this system orbits two twin worlds, Notevora and Novotora, besides other uninhabited worlds. Novotora is teeming with life from the vast deep oceans, towering mountains, floating isles, lush jungles, forests to, long plains, and beautiful winter wonderlands. Novotora is a large planet comprised of four major land continents, one of which the story begins, The Karsara Lands;

The Karsara Lands is the largest of the four continents, home to two significant factions; The Evil Thawsor Empire leading the Dragunity Empire from Frostheim and the heroic yet young FrostWing Empire of Northwind. Both the Dragunity and the FrostWing Empires are Draconic Empires. However, while the quadruped Dragons control the Dragunity Empire with an iron fist, The FrostWing Empire is commanded by the Bipedal Draconians with a more intellectual approach.

The Dragunity Empire is controlled by King Verix Karsara, the First of the Draconic/Thawsor regime. While the FrostWing Empire is Controlled by the young, naive Frost Queen Tyrara snow Frost, Daughter of Ancient Titan Dragon, now turned God of Darkness, SkyGuard Emperor Angrathar Frost. While the Dragons have The Demonic Thawsor’s support, The FrostWing Empire is dwindling, slowly dying out due to the Thawsor’s overwhelming numbers and a horde of Death Scales, Giant Spiders, and the only predator to Dragons. However, the FrostWing Empire is not alone in this struggle due to their will to help others and abolish all slavery that Verix has set forth. The FrostWing Empire also comprises many Mortal races, The Humans of the plains of Sharmsorn, The Agile Cat people, The Felinor of the Deserts of Neelam, and finally, the Warrior race of Wolf People; the Wolvar of the Wooded lands of Howlsdall. Each mortal Kingdom rests on the corners of the Karsara Lands, and their fight for liberty and justice has been met with great strife from the Leader of the Thawsor, Lord Devarius Thawsor himself; The God of Demons.

The FrostWing Empire would have fallen years ago had it not been for two particular Heroes: Wolvar Princess of Howlsdall, Kayla Aesir Howleron, and Draconian Prince of NorthWind, Eyrokar Darkclaws Frost. These two heroes single-handedly saved the FrostWing Empire from falling at the battle of SpireRock. It was there that Eyrokar killed the last King of the Dragunity Empire, Zarrious, and saved his dear friends. The Heroes nearly destroyed the Thawsor Empire, but Eyrokar took their weakened state to escape Frostheim after saving Kayla from a fate worse than death. Shortly after the battle, Eyrokar and Kayla fell in love and lived happily until the Thawsor took their revenge and permanently separated the lovers.

This is Eyrokar’s story. This is The FrostWing Chronicles…

Chapter 1- A Warrior’s Soul

Almost forty years have passed since the Battle of SpireRock, and over twenty since the fateful night. In the Human Kingdom, Sharmsorn, tall stone walls with gilded marble accents proudly fly the FrostWing Imperial flag, a Dark blue tattered tapestry with an icy crystal emblazoned upon the center. Sharmsorn has gone roughly ten years without a Demon or Dragon Attack, but the Dragunity Empire has dug its claws deep into the wounded city through taxing to ensure no further attacks will occur. However, occasionally a Thawsor or Dragunity Patrol will cross through the Kingdom and terrorize all in their path.

In the Sharmsorn Keep, the Beautiful Queen Leoira Sharm sits upon her throne. Beside her stands her Royal Guard Captain, a Tall white-furred Wolvar in Heavy Battleworn Dark armor and a heavily tattered dark blue cape. “... With all that has happened, my Queen, the Farmlands are overrun with those demonic pests. We need to send out another regiment as soon as possible!” Said a farmer. “The increase of demonic presence across our lines has brought forth a dispute of your Guardsmen. Perhaps your Royal Guards could grant us that assistance we so desire?” Asked another Farmer.

Leoira’s bright yellow eyes darted across the keep and then to the Wolvar beside her. Her caramel skin had a wondrous hue in the torch-lit keep, “Perhaps you could help?” She asked her Wolvar. The Wolvar glared down at her; his glowing red pupils in a glowing bed of blue seemed to gaze into her very soul, and he spoke. “As you command, but I assure you, my presence will only cause more patrols. Do not underestimate Verix. He knows your secret weapon here is me. I can not protect you and the Farmers at the same time. But I will see what I can do.” his voice was dark and brooding as if something weighed him down. “Thank you, Eyrokar,” Leoira said, then smiled. “I could use the fresh air anyway,” Eyrokar sighed as he walked down the steppes from the Throne to the main doors of the keep. “Wait… Your Eyrokar!?!” Asked the Farmer, surprised at the monstrous Wolvar. “Just stay out of my way, Mortal,” Eyrokar growled, showing his jagged razor-sharp teeth. The farmer cowered before the Draconian in his Wolvar Form.

Eyrokar's eyes darted across the Throne Room, his face heavily scarred with a scar down his left eye and a claw mark across his right eye. Eyrokar turned towards the exit and quickly made his way out the doors. “Commander Baros, please accompany our stalwart defender. You two were friends in the past when my parents ruled. Am I sure you will help him open up a little? Help him move on?” Leoira asked. “My lady, Eyrokar is not to be trifled with. His power and strength combined are enough to possibly destroy the council, as he defeated Death in the past. But I will try to get him to talk somewhat. No one can contain pain as long as he does, nothing as painful as what he has experienced.” said Commander Baros, an aged old Knight of the Dragon, Mortal War, and Veteran of the battle of SpireRock.

Outside the shining Keep, the sound of Eyrokar approaching was enough to startle battle-hardened dragons. The sound of heavy metal plates and Dark runic magic gave Eyrokar an even more terrifying visage. In the light of the three Perma-suns, the rays of light seem to be absorbed by Eyrokar’s armor, with his tattered cape whipped violently in the cold Northern winds. Many humans, Wolvar and Felinor living within the walls of Sharmsorn, adverted their gaze from Eyrokar, for the Undead Prince of the FrostWing Empire was among them. Baros rushed to Eyrokar’s side, “Wait for me to catch up, Draconian. I am not as quick as I once was.” Baros sighed.

“Why must I babysit you too? Do you not think I have enough to worry about? Leoira asked me to take care of the Demonic pests for the farmers. Had you listened years ago, we could have trained them to fend for themselves.” Eyrokar growled. “You of all people in the FrostWing Empire know Verix would not approve of a civilian militia,” Baros said as he glanced around. “Verix does not care for anything. We would sooner see us all dead. He is not our King! He is worst than Tyrannus… Verix is merely no better than Geriothar. I am amazed they have not discovered my presence here.” Eyrokar sighed as he glared at Demons on patrol through the city. “It the price Verix has placed on your head? I’m amazed others have not tried to disclose your location to the Demons. Instead, they began to guarantee freedom and peace if we turn you over.” Baros said as he kept his eyes forward on the citizens hard at work selling goods in the market. “After all, you and I have fought? You should know better; Verix gives false promises. Devarius has a title for being deceptive. Please don’t let Kayla’s death be in vain… I still have much to do, and quickly time is running out.” Eyrokar sighed.

“I know you miss her and Isarnia… as well as Aris and Winter. Possibly, even so, your sons and Daughter. I will take care of the demon pesters in the farmlands. I think you will do one better to debrief our spies from Frostheim. This time, I hear the Draconian giving us the information is Aris’ sister, Loriana. I’m sure some interaction with another one of your kind will do you good. I take my leave, Captain.” Baros said as he turned away from Eyrokar and walked away. “Loriana? I suppose I could waste my time with war games. Ripping my enemies apart has always been more up to my standards.” Eyrokar grumbled.

He walked down the main road through the market and then turned down an alleyway. He spotted a Draconian wearing a hood and long gilded blue robes. He stood beside the Draconian and immediately knew it was Loriana; out of the corner of his eyes, he saw her Red scales and green accent skin. “Loriana, it’s been a few years since we last spoke. What do you have for me?” Eyrokar asked, not making eye contact. “Eyrokar!?! I mean… Eyrokar… I thought you were dead.” Said the Draconian softly, trying to avoid attention. “Cut to the information. Just give me your info, and leave,” Eyrokar growled.

“I… As you wish. With Verix continuing to close his grasp on the Karsara lands, Devarius has found a new second in command. One is titled the Overseer Lord. This new demonic commander is no demon but something far more powerful. We both know how cunning Wolvar is in battle. This Wolvar is a master with the bow and wields magic like no other I have seen. He is bent on finding you. I believed you died during that night, and I thought this new Overseer Lord’s mission was in vain.” Loriana sighed. “You’re getting off-topic again, Focus.” Eyrokar sighed. “I do not know the identity of the Overseer Lord, and he is well familiar with Frost magic and reminds me of you in a way. He already fought Tyrara, and she was nearly defeated as a mere test!” Loriana said as she acted like she was browsing another merchant.

“Tyrara is not weak… something about this new threat may have stalled her from unleashing her Dark Fallen powers. Gather all the info you can on him. I want to know what exactly he is before a confrontation. If he is a mere Wolvar, his death will be swift. If he may be a half breed, his Death will come as anyone else.” Eyrokar sighed. “Don’t kill him until you know his Identity. I know your strength. Your ability to slaughter anyone in your way with ease. You are strong enough to end this war; why don’t you?” Loriana asked, staring into his eyes. “I have no purpose without this war. You don’t know what it’s like to be Dark Fallen… to feel the pain of all living things for the rest of your life. I have not slept in thirty years… I have not felt any emotions other than hatred and suffering for the last twenty years. Perhaps… I hope Sigrune is alright. I do hope to be reunited with her one day. I… I have to stop Verix. I need to defeat Devarius, but how can I. I got no drive, no purpose. I am empty without Them… You know that about me firsthand.” Eyrokar sighed sadly.

“You married Kayla, Isarnia, Winter, and my sister Aris. Would they want you to sulk like this when they were alive?” Loriana asked. “... No. But I don't care. I hope you’re not trying to woo me. Your eyes speak a lot, and I do not appreciate it,” Eyrokar growled. “Eyrokar, we both know I have wanted you for years. It hurt when you took Aris’ claw over mine. But I am not trying to Woo you. I am married… Happily.” Loriana sighed as she slowly began to leave. “To whom has the honor of being with you?” Eyrokar asked. “That’s personal, Eyrokar.” Loriana sighed. “For a girl who has been trying to sleep with me for years, you're just settling for another male?” Eyrokar asked.

“Is that jealousy I hear? I was jealous when I heard you married a Mortal of all things. Hundreds of females wanted you, and you settled for Wolvar Princess Kayla Howleron. And she used some excuse to include her two sisters and my sister in the fold?” Loriana asked. “Kayla is… was unique and somewhat insane. She had more in common with me than my twin sister does. Besides, she was one of the only females capable of soothing my pain and rage while I soothed hers. We were remarkably similar in many ways… She and Isarnia’s death will forever haunt me. My life will end once I have completed my plan. I do not want to live any longer than I am forced to, and my life is already hanging from a thread.” Eyrokar growled. “What about your Mother? Are you willing to leave her behind?” Loriana asked. “Do try to justify my motives. She and I both are Rape victims. Because of me, she no longer hides within her Keep. Because of me, Tyrara is no longer afraid to fight once more!” Eyrokar growled. “Because of you and the love you have given your mother, Tyrara, she has begun to lead forces against the Dragunity Empire once more. Don’t leave her behind because of one mistake.” Loriana said hopefully. “Just like her, It Seems I failed to do more than just one of my many plans… I will continue my campaign against Devarius and the Dragunity Empire. But once peace is assured… Please let me sleep permanently. Tyrara’s touch does not have the same effect on me as Kayla’s. I know you speak to her… Ask her to visit me. Perhaps the presence of our love will push me to where I need to be. We have spoken long enough, I will go to the opposite side of the city, and hopefully, the spies will follow.” Eyrokar sighed. “Also, Your Daughter Sigrune… she is still alright, she is also a Fine Young Woman. She is sending a Courier here to speak to you soon. Keep an eye out for a FrostWing Wolvar. After that, business with Fenrir severed ties with Howlsdall, but Sigrune is working hard to bring balance to that by acting in the shadows as you once have within Frostheim. Go with honor, My King.” Loriana said as she slid into another alleyway. Eyrokar sighed, walked out of the alley, and made his way down the main road.

Far off in the Northernmost reaches of the Karsara lands at the Dragunity Imperial Kingdom of Frostheim. In a Valley of towering, jagged mountains surrounded by a thundering snowstorm. The towering metal walls of the Dragon castle loomed as another mountain in the snowy haze. Within the walls of Frostheim, just outside the keep, a lone figure walks up a long stone staircase towards the keep’s entrance. The demons who stood guard all kneeled down to a bow before the figure, and the Dragon guards all cowered to the figure. The figure wore dark red dragon steel armor lined with gold and wore a Dragon’s wing as a cape. Atop the figure’s head sat a Draconian skull as a helmet. Slung across their back was a peculiar bow.

The figure pushed open the keep doors and walked towards the Rudy golden throne. “I commanded you to find me the whereabouts of Frost, and you deliver excuses?” Asked the Figure, his voice was composed of focus and wit. “Overseer Lord? I had not expected you to be within my Keep. suppose your want for answers is quite high.” Said King Verix Karsara, a young red-scaled Draconian with beaming red eyes. “Lord Devarius is getting restless, and you yet fail to uphold your end of the pact. He has sent me to provide progress, whereas you fail. Call all your forces from the Outlining Mortal Kingdoms. I will call my forces away as well. If the enemy believes they are free to roam about again, Eyrokar will show himself. Then his capture will only be a matter of time. For you being his Brother and all. I thought Dragons have to mind link; surely you can predict his location?”The Overseer lord asked. “My spies have pinpointed his location to Sharmsorn, but there is another target I think that would interest you. In the Wolvar kingdom, Howlsdall, Eyrokar’s last remaining offspring, yet lives there, This Sigrune Shadow Frost.” Verix stated. “Sigrune?... Placing her in danger, the stalwart Draconian will come to her to defend her. I had thought Sigrune had fallen when Kayla and Isarnia did… But so have I thought of Eyrokar’s demise; it would seem even I underestimated them. Carry on with your task I have set before you. I have much to ponder about Princess Sigrune. Also… Lord Devarius is pulling a majority of his numbers from Dragunity Imperial allegiance. The Divine Council still can not learn of his actions against the Old Skyguard Empire. You and I will be working together to end this FrostWing Rebellion more closely.” Said the Overseer lord as he turned away from Verix. “Oh, and one last thing… Teach your foolish lizards to pay the respect I am due. Next time, your guards will require replacements.” The overseer lord growled as he walked out of the Keep. Verix saw a glimpse of a sapphire pendant hanging from the Overseer Lord’s belt, one similar to what Eyrokar wears.

“General Farison, please begin the withdrawal of our forces immediately. But keep the Assassin’s targeted on our Overseer.” Verix growled. “Of course, my king. My Assassins are also keeping a close eye on his mate. Perhaps the Overseer Lord is playing two sides?” Asked an older Dark Red Dragon besides Verix. “If he is, do not hesitate to strike first. We both know what that Wolvar is capable of, To have killed so many Dragons, and Draconians with such little effort… He is just a force to be reckoned with.” Verix sighed.