Post by draco on Jun 6, 2008 13:08:22 GMT -5
Alone. alone is where the creature known as Draco now was. In every sense of the word. For a man who has lived thousands of lifetimes, this was the one thing he knew of the most. The solitude of his existence. The only thing he could remember of his 1st lifetime, of when he was a mortal man was this date. The roman date of June 6th. The day of his birth. But that was all he could remember of that life. So on this day, for over 600 years, Draco took the time to reflect on where he had been. It was the one day in his existence where allowed himself that time to reflect. And so somewhere in the Swiss Alps. Untouched by man, he sat in solitude. This place remained as it was for thousands of years. It was as serene and beautiful as the day he first laid eyes on this countryside. Of course, after only a matter of ours, this peaceful place had been littered with the stains of war.
It was a long time ago. When this region was a part of Gaul. The area of Europe that would later become the nations of Switzerland, France, Italy, Belgium, Germany and The Netherlands. It was when the Roman Empire was still in it's infancy. A time were Europe was a barbaric and violent land. He served in the Roman army under the 1st Caesar. He was known and feared for his namesake, "The Dragon Of Death". It was a time when his clan, The Klyrkos of Greece needed not to be as secretive. Draco served his elders willingly. And his elders had pledged their allegiance to Rome. He first came to this land, then known as Helvetii during The Empire's campaign of conquest in the region. The year was 58 BC. Draco commanded an army of 1000 Klyrkos warriors. Along side of Caesar's forces, they stormed Helvetti and left death and destruction in their wake.
He recalls one fleeting moment. A battle by a near by river that could be seen just in the distance from where he was. As he and 50 of his best returned back to their camp, they were ambushed by a clever Britannian attack. They had traveled south from their land to aid the Helvetii, but in the losses suffered they were forced to resort to Guerrilla tactics. Draco scoffed at their lact of tactical prowess. But all wasn't as it seemed. These Saxons were a cagey lot, and their commander was a skilled fighter from what reports from other regiments had said. A fearless man who was beloved by his people. Draco had anticipated this meeting for weeks. They were surrounded on all sides. Their only choices were to fight, or be forced into the river. Draco drew his sword and hopped off of his steed. He welcomed the advance of the Saxon soldiers. There were at least 100 of them, all hungry and spent from countless fighting. This played to Draco's advantage.
He knew that despite the fact that they were skilled enough to pull this ambush off, they lacked the strength for an extended battle. All he and his men had to do was make this fight last longer then the Saxons had wanted. With a nod of his head, he and his men took the 1st offensive. Under normal circumstances they would have butchered these men. But the point here wasn't for absolute victory, but to send a message to the beloved commander. So Their numbers quickly began to dwindle. Draco defeated soldier after soldier, as did his men. But not fatally. They left these men wounded. Beaten more mentally the physically. Their use as soldiers was no more. It was a victory that Draco savored. They returned to their camp afterwards, and waited for the retaliation. And like clockwork, the brave commander and what remained of his troops came. Drawn like moths to a flame. This time, it wasn't about making an example. It was about total destruction. The battle didn't last long. Though the Saxons matched them for numbers, they didn't in skill. They were brawlers. No refined skill with a blade. They flailed about violently, letting emotion carry them. And that was their undoing in this battle. By nights end, the ground was covered in the blood of these men. Lead to their deaths by a man who was willing to die. Draco stood over the fallen commander. A man of barely 30 years of age. He could remember his final words to this day.
"Tell your beloved emperor that we'll see him in HELL. We fought as free men, and we DIE as free men."
The man was strong to the very end. It was a shame to have to kill such a proud warrior. But such was the rules of war. Draco buried his sword into the man's chest. Death was instant, the least he could do for a fellow warrior. Days later Helvetii was seized by the Empire. As would be countless other regions. Draco had witnessed the rise and fall of Rome with his own eyes, and so many other empires and nations. It wouldn't be until hundreds of years later, when Rome was no more that he would learn of this man's name. Lubos Grallach. He learned of this in passages he's read of Rome's conquests. So much was left out of history. It's the victors of war that get to write it after all. After the fall of Rome, and the beginning of medieval Europe, he learned that what remained of Grallach's clan, his bloodline traveled south from Britannia (Which now known as Great Britain) to to France. And they came to also change their surname.
The Grallach clan had soon become known as the Gallas family.
And in a strange twist of irony, Draco's opponent now was just as his ancestor was. Sabastien bore many similarities to Lubos. It was the very reason why Draco served Sabastien for so long. To mold him into a man who could properly lead this world into a new era. But that had all changed once the elders he served for nearly 1000 years turned their backs on him. Now Draco's mission was to begin this world a new. To return it to the world he knew so long ago. But before that could happen, a new empire had to be forged. No longer would he serve another. He would build his own army. And lead them against humanity as a whole until nothing was left. That was the plan. And death would come to all who oppose him. But not this day. This day was his day of reflection. To look to his past and see that battlefields...never change.
The End.
It was a long time ago. When this region was a part of Gaul. The area of Europe that would later become the nations of Switzerland, France, Italy, Belgium, Germany and The Netherlands. It was when the Roman Empire was still in it's infancy. A time were Europe was a barbaric and violent land. He served in the Roman army under the 1st Caesar. He was known and feared for his namesake, "The Dragon Of Death". It was a time when his clan, The Klyrkos of Greece needed not to be as secretive. Draco served his elders willingly. And his elders had pledged their allegiance to Rome. He first came to this land, then known as Helvetii during The Empire's campaign of conquest in the region. The year was 58 BC. Draco commanded an army of 1000 Klyrkos warriors. Along side of Caesar's forces, they stormed Helvetti and left death and destruction in their wake.
He recalls one fleeting moment. A battle by a near by river that could be seen just in the distance from where he was. As he and 50 of his best returned back to their camp, they were ambushed by a clever Britannian attack. They had traveled south from their land to aid the Helvetii, but in the losses suffered they were forced to resort to Guerrilla tactics. Draco scoffed at their lact of tactical prowess. But all wasn't as it seemed. These Saxons were a cagey lot, and their commander was a skilled fighter from what reports from other regiments had said. A fearless man who was beloved by his people. Draco had anticipated this meeting for weeks. They were surrounded on all sides. Their only choices were to fight, or be forced into the river. Draco drew his sword and hopped off of his steed. He welcomed the advance of the Saxon soldiers. There were at least 100 of them, all hungry and spent from countless fighting. This played to Draco's advantage.
He knew that despite the fact that they were skilled enough to pull this ambush off, they lacked the strength for an extended battle. All he and his men had to do was make this fight last longer then the Saxons had wanted. With a nod of his head, he and his men took the 1st offensive. Under normal circumstances they would have butchered these men. But the point here wasn't for absolute victory, but to send a message to the beloved commander. So Their numbers quickly began to dwindle. Draco defeated soldier after soldier, as did his men. But not fatally. They left these men wounded. Beaten more mentally the physically. Their use as soldiers was no more. It was a victory that Draco savored. They returned to their camp afterwards, and waited for the retaliation. And like clockwork, the brave commander and what remained of his troops came. Drawn like moths to a flame. This time, it wasn't about making an example. It was about total destruction. The battle didn't last long. Though the Saxons matched them for numbers, they didn't in skill. They were brawlers. No refined skill with a blade. They flailed about violently, letting emotion carry them. And that was their undoing in this battle. By nights end, the ground was covered in the blood of these men. Lead to their deaths by a man who was willing to die. Draco stood over the fallen commander. A man of barely 30 years of age. He could remember his final words to this day.
"Tell your beloved emperor that we'll see him in HELL. We fought as free men, and we DIE as free men."
The man was strong to the very end. It was a shame to have to kill such a proud warrior. But such was the rules of war. Draco buried his sword into the man's chest. Death was instant, the least he could do for a fellow warrior. Days later Helvetii was seized by the Empire. As would be countless other regions. Draco had witnessed the rise and fall of Rome with his own eyes, and so many other empires and nations. It wouldn't be until hundreds of years later, when Rome was no more that he would learn of this man's name. Lubos Grallach. He learned of this in passages he's read of Rome's conquests. So much was left out of history. It's the victors of war that get to write it after all. After the fall of Rome, and the beginning of medieval Europe, he learned that what remained of Grallach's clan, his bloodline traveled south from Britannia (Which now known as Great Britain) to to France. And they came to also change their surname.
The Grallach clan had soon become known as the Gallas family.
And in a strange twist of irony, Draco's opponent now was just as his ancestor was. Sabastien bore many similarities to Lubos. It was the very reason why Draco served Sabastien for so long. To mold him into a man who could properly lead this world into a new era. But that had all changed once the elders he served for nearly 1000 years turned their backs on him. Now Draco's mission was to begin this world a new. To return it to the world he knew so long ago. But before that could happen, a new empire had to be forged. No longer would he serve another. He would build his own army. And lead them against humanity as a whole until nothing was left. That was the plan. And death would come to all who oppose him. But not this day. This day was his day of reflection. To look to his past and see that battlefields...never change.
The End.