Dragon’s War Part 1: Overture

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Years into the future… (year 2031)

The winged friends of humanity were rejoicing tonight. In Italy, the setting sun gave way to an orange sky. Society had stopped for a moment to listen as the Emperor’s son addressed the world. Computers were hijacked, television and radio shows were interrupted, mobile devices replayed the message, and we, the audience, were forced to listen as an important day in Dragon history was made.

I have seen how far your corruption spreads. You think we don’t have feelings and that we’re just animals…

People couldn’t confine to their social networks to converse about this. Some people were becoming fearful. Not even those in their car could escape the message, even if they turned their power off.

You use us like cattle, you kill us and steal our precious resources…

Emperor Aaron couldn’t stop his ardent son from creating the biggest event that could throw him out of power. He gritted his teeth as his son delivered a message of “hope” to his dragons.

We are much more advanced than you think. It was the mistake of my father for keeping our secret buried as you murdered us. We will NOT take the damage from you anymore. My dragons will NOT succumb to your sickening experiments, torture and slavery. We are free people and I will make sure we extract our vengeance upon you and show you who we really are!

When he spoke the part about free people, his voice became loud with anger and hope. Aaron held Seraphina’s hand and kissed her on the cheek to ensure her worries, for their son had become a psycho. To rage war on a race is a sure sign of a dragon’s mind breaking from torture.

I, Prince Ashuton Karrucci, God of Dragons, will declare war upon humanity! When I feel you have been crippled enough, I will see if you deserve a reprieve.

This was the part where some of the Dragons started rejoicing. The human-dragon shifters quickly changed into their dragon forms and capturing people in the streets. The regular dragons were doing much more damage. People were found dead or stunned in their homes. Whole families were butchered like, well, cattle. Some people had saddles strapped to their backs with the quotes “we are not pets” burned on the walls. When power was restored, the social networking sites blew up in a storm of concerned posts and tweets. When the military stepped in, things became worse. The media branded these events as the “Awakening of Dragons.” People said Antonin was doing nothing to call off the rabid faction of Dragons, to stop them from venting their anger, but Antonin supporters said the rebellion was necessary and was “coming sooner than later.”

After thirty minutes of screaming and running, there was a loud siren that was heard all around the planet. Thousands of people were witnesses to the dragons’ true power. From the skies came warships, not the UFO types that the Greys had. These warships were made for brutal wars. It was September 23rd when the ships appeared by the millions with flying Dragons beside them. In San Francisco, the location of a hidden Dragonshrine, a large life form had slithered up from the water. Its scream was deep and guttural; its face was old and ancient. It opened its mouth, letting out a deafening roar. He is Serpentrust, the Dragon of the sea. He dwells in the lava of the Earth until he is called to assist. The dragons put a “life mindset” into him, so His purpose in life is to break the Earth and recreate it anew. He coiled, lifting his great tail. The water slid and splashed back whence it came when he pounded the bridge, sending cars flying. Medium sized dragons flew by and caught the cars with their talons before they hit the icy waters. Their new orders were not to kill, but to capture.

The media world was up in a buzz. Serpentrust’s attack was the headline on every newspaper and on every news station. Breaking news broadcasts had interrupted television shows to inform the world about the event, taking things out of proportion with crazy and misleading headlines.

 

Terrible Aliens Attack: Death toll estimated to be 500 with 2 million minor injuries.

 

Giant snake destroys San Francisco!

 

Are the Dragons really Aliens?

 

Have we been living amongst the third kind?

 

 

Are we in for a time-out from Mommy?

 

After Serpentrust’s opening, then came the initial attack. Pods were deployed from cruiser-ships manned by human-dragon shifters, and these pods contained Dragon hybrids. These hybrids are bipedal and a few have wings on their back. The ones with wings wore specially made armor and were positioned in the back of the army. Newmark City’s military base was of great importance to Ashuton Karrucci. Inside it was his most precious dragonling: a brown King Dragon with little white spots. His color and his genetics were a rarity amongst dragonkind. The soldiers had no clue what they were up against when the troops appeared. Their weapons were superior, their armor was superior, and everything about them screamed ALIENS. Their armor was resistant to the petty bullets that sprung from human weapons at high firerates. No weapon that the soldiers wielded could pierce it. Some of the ground troops moved slowly because of the armor, but they had aid from the medium-sized Dragons in the skies. There were other cities that were less fortunate than Newmark, like Paris. The Dragons came in mass numbers. They doused a breath of fire to houses, streets, and anything that wanted to put up a fight. Everyone had been captured; there was a dragon for every person. Capture, not kill. Capture…do not kill. It was their moral code to never kill. Armed forces of the human military fought back, as did regular people whom were armed with cans and axes. The death toll was high for both sides, reaching five hundred, but it was not over.

After all the Earth capital cities were under Dragon control, the creatures decided to take the rest of the world with their “Father,” and restore the Earth’s beauty, starting with Chicago, the last human resistance stronghold. Going underground was not a safe option. The dragons that lurked there were either rejected by society or fed off of loneliness.

The ground shook, and the earth beneath it tore open, and the dragon father had risen into the sky. People were in awe and felt all hope drain away. Everything came to a standstill as this shadow made of billions of dragons had appeared over the city. By looking at the dragon’s face one could tell it was wider than the largest city. This event was called “The Mosaic,” and the black dragon over the city was called The Vessel. The dragon was famous in fabled tales, myths and long-drawn out legends. They all had the same point: when he appeared, all hell would break loose, and it did. The dragons burst out of his formation like a swarm of locusts. We did not stand a chance when the creatures struck by the billions, capturing all their claws could catch. Capture…not kill.

The skies were red with fury as the dragons, alongside their airships, scorched the city. The swarm died down in an hour, when all the humans in Chicago were captured like bugs. So now work can begin on restoring Earth.

They were shackled and bound as they marched in line to their new homes: vast towers that were being constructed for the human populous. Seven days later, the dragons began to build a fortress to accommodate their father. Even then people were still in disbelief that Dragons had constructed superior technology.

The “anthromorphic” dragon soldiers and their flying counterparts kept the humans in concentration camps and did not release them until the Fortress was half-constructed. People were forced to walk in a line down Michigan Avenue, and could not stop until they reached the fortress at the center of the city. As they walked, a young mother was able to free her little girl. The soldiers noticed and saw the little girl run off into the dark, cold alleyways. Ten soldiers followed after, hoping not to lose their catch. To them, every human life was valuable.

 

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Author Notes

This was the whole basis of Dragons & Cicadas (well, not the whole basis, probably some of it). This poem and the three poems that connect with it went through so many revisions over the years! The first version was just a short poem, hardly any detail at all! A bunch of revisions later, it’s a flash story that gives a wide view of the first invasion. This was probably inspired by the concept of an alien invasion. I didn’t want to paint my dragons so negatively but I wanted to make them epic! I wanted to give them an epic saga! This story played as a movie in my head, and most of the time I had Rekka Katakiri’s song (the one in the beginning) playing. It fits perfectly.

Now, let’s get a few things straight about Draconizica (I posted this in reply to a post on a website, just thought I’d post it in this book for you, the reader, to understand):

These dragons aren’t evil overlords nor are they merciless. I paint them this way in the first 3 stories that explain their war with humanity. Not every Draconizican is some evil beast. They were tortured, tarnished, ravaged by humanity’s wrongdoing towards them. In most dragon stories out there in the media, dragons are seen as merciless killers that kill for NO REASON. In here, they have reason for taking earth back. They want to restore Earth to it’s original glory. I wouldn’t necessarily call it a war because all they did was capture people, got into a few battles and built towers over cities to restore Earth to it’s original state. You’ll read more about that later on.

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OLD LINER NOTES:

Yes, this story went fast, but do not worry, there are other stories that will concentrate on this event and show  the impact of the pain the dragons were feeling and how the attack impacted humanity. If you’ve read the original series, you’ll know what’s coming next. Top image is Wrath of the Dragon by VampirePrincess007

Song to listen to when reading this chapter: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sW7x6c9TksI

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