Prologue: Nekron

This is something that has been brewing in my brain for a while now. I think I have a start for my series and with one of the most intriguing characters in it. I think I’ve decided to tell this story through the eyes of two of my more prominent characters. Or at least have prologues through them and then the final just be through everyone’s eyes. We will see. I’m planning for it to be a trilogy. And I’m just going to work my way through.

Note: Told from Nekron’s POV


There are too many people claiming the title of ‘villain’ nowadays. One has only to kidnap a princess or destroy a town and their names are suddenly spoken in hushed whispers. Ridiculous. There are some of us who actually had to work for our title.

Now mind you this was back in the day where the peoples of the land worshiped and appeased the gods of our world. Truthfully it was because they were fearful of what the not so benevolent gods would do if they were not appeased. At least that is my opinion anyway.

Oh. You are probably wondering how I’ve ended up locked away in this tower with naught but parchment and ink. All right all right it’s more than that. I at least have a bed to sleep in, a hearth to keep me warm on the chilly nights, a window, barred of course to make sure I don’t escape, a shelf with some books on it, a desk complete with a candle parchment and scrolls.

And don’t forget a pitcher for water and a chamber pot. Because gods above know that we haven’t found plumbing yet. Or at least innovated it like the Elves have.

Oh…and a set of bracers on my wrists, engraved with binding runes so I am unable to perform magic.

I suppose it could be worse.

Ah now you are wondering about my bracers. Excellent question, you see they tie in with the whole villain thing. They are a symbol and a reminder that not only did I earn my title, but I earned my punishment.

They could have killed me you know..for everything I did. But I did it all for them. I did it all for him. My idiot brother.

Yes. He is an idiot. Not so much now as when my journey began. He’s got advisors now, men and women on his council from races all over our world, keeping him in check. To be honest I’m proud of him. How far he’s come and where he is going.

It’s a pity that I’m locked in here and cannot enjoy his company.

Oh don’t look at me that way.

Fine…I was under the influence of the god of Death…well rather his radical lover Nerezza. Mirrikh is actually a nice fellow a good fellow really. He had a few tantrums here and there, took over the body of the most powerful druid in legend but then was kicked out and had this epic duel with his brother…

Forgive me I’m getting ahead of myself. Don’t want to give any spoilers now do I. This isn’t about the God Battle or the Arch Druid. This is my story after all.

Which began about twenty years ago.

I was just a mere apprentice then. Learning the basics and beginnings of magic…just as all mages do when they start. I had the gift you see. A gift to create illusion and make things happen that defied the laws of science. No one had actually been as naturally gifted as I which makes my story even more unique.

“But that’s how alot of…”

Silence you uneducated peanut. Who is telling the story. Me or you? This isn’t your run of the mill wizard child who spent the majority of his adolescence fighting off a dark lord and choosing to love instead of hate. Nor is this a battle for a throne made of iron by warring families.

“Yeah but -”

Oh bloody hell this isn’t a story of some halfling throwing a cursed ring into a fiery mountain of doom and destruction either!

This is my story. All those stories you’re thinking of are heroic stories. But no one, not a single person asks or even considers our side and I swear if you interrupt me one more time you idiot walnut I will…well I’ll find a way to strangle you.

Now do me a favor and pick up the quill and parchment. You’re going to write this.

And start it off this way:

Our story begins twenty years ago…


Who is this figure that is interrupting Nekron while he is trying to give his Narrative?

We don’t know.


~The Brooding Dragon


Two Sides

To be honest this little snippet I wrote about Lucas shows two distinct sides of him. He’s been a character I’m working with and often popped up in my writing while I was dealing with rejection. Kind of as a voice of comfort. Or one I wish I had when dealing with all of this.

Also its an excerpt from a big story project I’m working on.

Warning: Language and Adult themes


For the remainder of the night the tension had remained after Corban had gotten into a shouting match with Vida. Markus was well on his way to being drunk, and Karawen had made sure he didn’t drink more than he could handle. Degendry had retreated to her rooms, or rather Alec’s rooms to speak with him, and Lucas, Lucas brooded in the corner just glaring at the paladin who had dared raise his hand let alone his voice to Vida. He made sure to remain unseen as Corban stalked up the stairs to a room he rented for the night and quickly slipped into the door before Corban closed it. Hell before the paladin got a chance to do anything to cool down Lucas advanced upon him, pinning him, armor and all to the wall.

“You know for one who tries to maintain a pure and holy image you are sure doing a shitty job at it.” Lucas growled and used his hand to cover the other man’s mouth while his piercing green eyes met the faded blue ones of the soldier. “I don’t like seeing anyone hurt my girls, yes all these women here are my girls. I love them care about them and make sure they are fucking protected from assholes like you.”

Throughout Lucas’s lecture Corban was utterly confused at why the man was calling him an asshole. He growled and grunted as he wrestled the ranger but to no avail. Lucas was clearly stronger.

“She loved you you know. Vida invested so much time and energy into you. And you didn’t even give her a second look because she wasn’t a pure and holy image of what you think women should be. You showed her a degree of respect because she runs this tavern but there is a hint of disgust I see in your eyes. When she did nothing but love you and care about you. You gave her disdainful looks because she runs a whorehouse along with her tavern. Right now this is the best she can do with the situation she’s been given and you think she and all the other girls can do better!”

“I never -”

“Don’t fucking talk! You don’t get any right or chance to defend yourself you sack of shit! No one will ever meet your standards of perfection because you have a stick so far up your ass that you can’t see straight! And she forgave that. She forgave a lot for you but tonight… tonight was the final straw for her! And for me!” He then punched him hard in the face effectively breaking his nose. “For all the leading on and the disdainful looks you gave behind her back when she wasn’t looking you deserve to have the pulp beaten out of you.” He threw him across the floor into a corner. “And tomorrow you get to go off to the bitch who was falsely crowned because apparently she represents purity in your eyes. You’ve got a lot of skewed views on things you fucker.” Lucas pounced on the man pinning him to the ground eyes burning with rage. “And thanks to you Vida is now broken or at least cracked. Someone has to pick up the pieces. Thank you for making her feel like less than she is.” He stood up and kicked him hard in the face before storming down the stairs and to the room he shared with his beloved Vida.


Lucas found her sitting on the bed hunched over appearing smaller than she ever had been and took a seat beside her pulling her into his arms where she curled into him and clung to the man for dear life.

“You deserve so so much better than him.” He whispered. “You always have.”

“He can go rot in hell. Let that bastard be an example of how not to be a fucking paladin. His captain even though he gets drunk is better than him!” Vida snapped before bursting into tears again. Lucas felt rage surge within him for making Vida cry, for hurting her in a way he knew he couldn’t heal.

“Whatever he did to you…I’ll make sure he pays for it.” He whispered as he cradled her close rocking her gently. “Whatever he thinks of you do not let it get to you. You are one of the strongest women I know…one of the ones who is doing the best she can with what she has. Your heart…is so big that you care so much about people. Regardless of where they have been.” He reminded her.

“What about you…” She asked quietly. “Do you see me as a dirty whore like he did…do you see me as someone who can do better because my profession is degrading?”

“No.” He tilted her face up to look at him. “I see you…as a woman who is fighting to survive, who is fighting to regain what she has lost, who goes above and beyond for those she loves and cares about. I see a strong woman who has been holding it together for too long and who needs someone to make sure she stands upright when she cannot do it on her own. This arrangement isn’t ideal but right now it’s safe. Safe until all this bullshit is overwith.” He stroked her hair lightly. “Vida I’ve always seen you as someone special, someone who has always been strong. Someone who can capture the heart of someone…and never let it go…” He kissed her forehead. “I love you. I have always loved you and no matter what I always will because you are the best…you are my best friend….you’ve always been that way and I will be damned if I let someone as stupid as Corban hurt you.”

She clung to him tightly. “I should have known…I should have known better….you were right…”

“Shush.” He soothed. “He’s no good for you. I’m no better, but at least I’m honest.” He told her. “Let him go off and get himself killed.” He told her and kissed her head. “I will always love you and be here for you. Because you deserve it.”


Just a first draft and it is in need of considerable improvement. But I was emotional when I wrote this and needed to express it in a manner where I wasn’t opening myself up raw again. But yeah. Expect to see more of Lucas in future writings because he’s fun to play with.

~ The Brooding Dragon