Hello dear reader. I'm going to tell you a story. It is neither pretty nor full of darkness, but it is embroidered with despair and some brooding. This is the story of how a Dragon´s Broken Heart came to be.
There was a time when the world Eros-éter was full of dragons and similar reptiles. Wyverns and Dragons coexisted, and many other species did as well. Of course, you may have already started guessing if perhaps it was men who plundered the land and destroyed most of the havens dragons use to breed. You took a wild guess and you are wrong; it was not men who pillaged the Dragon's breeding grounds, but many evil elvish-looking beings.
Let me tell you the story of their leader, the king of the elvish-looking beings: His name is Lerosmather, son of Leroslain, who in turn was fathered by Leroslemar, The Bringer of Death and The Slayer of Fortune. Leroslemar had brought down Veréth, the Dragonlord and ruler of Dragons in the First Epoch of Eros-éter (each Epoch is an equivalent of about 1,000 human years). Lerosmather, the actual King of the elvish-looking beings, has a strong linage and bears the sword forged with star-dust and dragon-bone. This sword is called Ímesis, The Gnawer or The Fiery-Tongue, as it is best known by the foes of the Everlost, the name men have given the elvish-evil-looking beings.
To expand your knowledge about these elvish-looking beings we must go back to the origins of Eros-éter. Elves were born and spread across the world, but a maddening disease caught them by surprise. It was called the Tinting of Malice, since the disease provoked the beautiful elves to loose their fine features and gain coarse, metallic, non-respectable seams and crevices on their faces. The elves lost the respect from many animals and people, including men, who had regarded them the loveliest beings of Eros-éter.
Many books and old recountings held in men's stronghold of compounded knowledge, The Library Nova and Super-Nova, it is told that an unearthly Necromancer visited the new-born world and had willingly and most unruly cast a spell to deviate and derail the elves' destiny. It was perhaps the Necromaner's way of challenging the gods, some philosophers said.
One thing was certain: This Necromancer came from another world, from another galaxy, in another dimension, in another time and place. His name is still unknown and he has gained many foes as he has slowly, ruthlessly, derailed many species across the Universe. He doesn't act like a normal Necromancer, you see. A Necromancer thrives on death. But this one does not. By some evil or fortune, I cannot say if the latter or the former is true, this specific Necromancer is pleased to merely derail an entire species and watch them slowly deviate from their original pre-established path. He may sit for years at times watching his creation unravel and thriving upon the suffering of his evil-doings.
Now that you know a little more about this world, its origins, and its perils, I may continue on with the story of the Dragon's Broken Heart. I'll see you in the next chapter to continue this story.
Until next week.