It was dark in the cave. No light was ever allowed to enter and mist hung heavily around here. "Your power is weakening old man", a dark and slithery voice whispered, "Soon I'll break out of this rotting hole. My wraithwings will come with me and we shall bring upon the multiverse's end." "Silence!! Soul you are condemned here forever. You can't break free. Not while I live", I replied. "Well then, we both know that's not true", Soul remarked, "After all you are the storywriter. You have complete control of this world until you die. And when you do die this world and all the others will start running themselves." "And how do you know that", I asked with surprise for no one was supposed to know that. Soul smirked and for once he held his tongue. "Hey, I know where you are going when you die. Can I at least have the honor of giving you a new name? Kingnoobthe14 is a bit too much. I was thinking of something much better." I was skeptical but also intrigued, "And what would that be soul?" He smiled a devilish smile, "what do you think of the name whiplash?"
Story of Whiplash: Origins
By Kingnoob14
Whiplash is a Razorwing, a type of dragon only heard about in legends. He lived in a series of small little i... More