hellopple1

Long day again, just a regular stuff as usual. Help out a bit. Train. Butcher something. Train some more. Rest. Train. Throw a ball at someone for an hour or so. Just another day at the office if you could call it an office, more like a morgue. I was in the middle of training, again, bashing the living hell out of a wooden dummy as the last part of what I had planned for the day. Well, until someone came along again. "Azith, you big scaled lump, get in here! Your missing out on the good stuff again." Yelled another one of the knights, a gryphon about the same size I was, waving his arms trying to get me in. "Why? Last time you guys tried to

"No… I don't wanna do sword drills again…" Azith said in his sleep, shortly after a knock was placed on the door. "Damn Ebon Knights." The scout from the Holy City said to himself standing outside the door. "Azith, by the order of the Kingdom of Light, I demand that you open the door!" "GAH!... Hold on a second, I'll be right there." Azith said after being suddenly awoken. He looked around the room, and to his dismay, it had scattered across the room. He got out of the bed and rushed his leg and arm plates onto his body when another knock was heard. "Hurry up in there would you?" "Give me a couple seconds. It's not the end of th

"Just exactly what the hell are you proposing?" A well aged man in his 30s wearing a freshly ironed suit said, clutching a smoking cigar as he looked upon the 20 year old with a blindfold over his eyes. "Hah, my proposal is simple. We need some of your funding for a project required to get a little…assistance." The blindfolded man said. He leaned onto the desk and tapped his finger against it. The middle aged man broke a bit of a sweat, there was obviously more to bargaining with this, what he thought at the time was a freak. "Sir, if we don't get help you know that your little 'problem' is only going to get worse."  The blindfolded ma

"Ok, so who started this?" Azith said picking up two squabbling hatchlings dead set on beating each other to a pulp. "He started it!" The two yelled simultaneously as they tried to practically kill each other again all the while, the ebon knight sighed. "All right, I know where this is going to go. Ok, right now, you have three choices I'm considering. One, I could take you to your parents. Two, I could take you to the local 'station' and you could stay there for a few nights. Or, number three, which is the best for you, we sort it out right here and no one else has to know all right?" Azith said to the squabbling hatchlings as they instant

"Ah! There you are sir Azith. If you would please follow me, we have a seat for you" A nicely dressed gryphon said upon seeing the ebon knight. 'Since when did people start calling me sir?' Azith thought questioning it, though not saying nor showing anything that would give away his thoughts. Azith followed the gryphon out of the crowd and into a guarded entryway, eventually going up a flight of stairs and then going through many more cuts and corners, Azith found himself in a large preparation room where he saw many nobles, mostly dragons, but there were a few that we're out of place, including wolves, gryphons and other creatures not norma

Maniacal laughter could be heard from a great distance as Azith closed in on the fire fill town, listening to the constant clinking of his armor due to the cold bitter wind. The closer he got, the more he could hear the constant raiders preaching the he was ‘the greatest ebon knight alive’ even though he had a severe drunken demeanor about it. All Azith could do was fly down into the village and wait for the drunken raider to notice that he was there, leaning on the side of a building that wasn’t on fire. With the raider claiming he was an ebon knight even though it was a vague impression of one, all Azith could do was sigh.

In the minds of gods… there is only one. I am the one. The story I am going to tell from here on will be to some the truth and others an absolute lie. I exist only in your mind as you exist only in mine. The reality of which we are talking about now exists only because I’m recording it as I am dying because you refuse to believe in who I really was. It all started when I was born as one of three from my mother all died except for myself. Of course that left the concern which was, did any of us survive. As the sun beat down on my baby’s bottom, and as I looked curiously up into the sky, I had but two choices. But to survive

"You! You’re not allowed in here!" An armored guard said pointing a spear at Azith’s throat, who was simply putting his hands in the air wondering what he did wrong to deserve all this horrible punishment from everyone he came across. "He’s with me, there’s no need for ruthless violence here" Esith said over to the guard, who immediately backed down and returned to his post. “How come everyone listens to you?” Azith asked, wondering how she managed to get fifteen guards to back down with not a word of back talk. “It’s what happens when your nobility, as much as I hate it.” Esith said looking awa

 "As the leader of the Order of Darkness, I dub thee, Azith, an Ebon Knight, and controller of...whats it called...Oh yes, Darkness, Controller of Darkness" The old black dragon said getting several of the few who were watching to put their heads down in embarrassment. Then after being handed a helm of pitch black, he placed it upon Azith's head, completing a dark set of armor that covered the red dragon's entire body, aside from the wings. Once the 'ceremony' was over, everyone began to leave the small church like building out into the middle of the night.     "Azith, follow me." said another Knight clad in similar armor