Element Siege: Beginnings (Prologue)
Just the prologue of the trilogy that I am going to write.
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July 11, 1757 A.D
"I tell you not of where the Folendou is," said Black Crow of the White Dragon Clan, "you shall not have its tremendous power! Only the true powers of the Draxion Elders can handle such power!"
"Well then, I will beat it out of you," said a man with a black hooded robe demanding information about a stone called the Folendou. His eyes turned red with fire as his anger launched him further into a rage.
The man in the black hooded robes picked up Black Crow, the chief of the Native American group known as the White Dragon Clan, by the neck with his left hand, lifted him high in the air, then struck him with his right. Just as he struck Black Crow with his right hand, a flash of fire shot through his body. Black Crow yelled in agonizing pain as he was being Flash Burned by this mysterious man in black robes. A burn mark was visible on Black Crow's torso in the shape of a hand. The hooded man dropped him in midair and he landed on his rear.
"We made a sworn oath to the Draxions about the stone..." Black Crow coughed in an attempt to catch his breath, "...we will not tell... and you shall lose!" He looked at the man with eyes of truth. He wasn't going to tell him where it is.
"I am just wasting my time asking you where it is," the hooded man thought of another question, "by the way, who are the Draxions?"
Black Crow just sat there, still trying to catch his breath.
"ANSWER ME!" he demanded. The hooded man grabbed the collar of his outfit. Black Crow, with the flip of this middle finger, said "Go to hell..."
The hooded man looked at him with even brighter red, fiery eyes, than he killed the chief with one massive, swirling fire ball to the head. He let go of the burnt victim's collar and left him lay there.
The man walked out of the dead chief's hut and walked over burnt tribe's people. The entire White Dragon Clan does no longer exist. Now nothing but ash and burnt bones of what used to be, lay in ruins. Huts, families, and even children, are now part of the ground. Fire engulfs the huts and trees that surround the tribe grounds, smoke and ash fly through the air like paper in the wind.
The man in the black hooded robes destroyed the last civilization who knows where and what the Draxions are. He soon realized he made the worst mistake ever.