33 Risen#re

Morgana couldn't believe her eyes as she looked at his, his eyes, they were a completely grey the parts that were supposed to be white were grey as well and at the centre instead of round pupils, his pupils looked like diamonds with four black spots around it.

He blinked once and his eyes reopened like a normal person at first, but that was when I noticed the second set of eyelids that opened to the sides like a reptile.

Those were the eyes of a true dragon.

However, the dragon races, had yellow, red, and blue eyes, in the history of the world there was only one man who ever had grey draconic eyes, the man from the legends, who wielded the sword Excalibur, and stood by Quaria's side as she painted the universe in her colours, Arthur Pendragon.

While a million thoughts flashed through Morgana's head, Lucian was just as perplexed as he looked at Morgana.

"Why the hell didn't the script want me to look at you? I've seen a billion woman more beautiful than you! In all honesty you could really use some make-up!" he yelled in annoyance, after three years of keeping his eyes shut he was hoping to see some eye candy, but he saw a woman, who could just pass as beautiful, if she used a little make up.

Talk about a let down of epic proportions, it was like if people kept hyping up sex all your life and then when you finally did it, you didn't even get to climax, disappointment was an understatement.

All other thoughts fled Morgana's mind as the words, 'I've seen a billion women more beautiful than you!', rung in her mind, like a loud drum hammering away in her head.

"HOW… DARE… YOU!?" she roared like a wild beast, and the veins in her body began to pulse with blue flames, and her brown skin began to harden into unbreakable rock.

'So that's why it didn't want me to look at her, she probably thinks she is beauty number 1 in the universe,' he thought with a sigh.

As she began to charge at him, the last line of the script appeared in his mind, "One page of the script still exists, find it before you leave,' he said in a hurried voice as she grew closer.

As soon as Lucian finished speaking the air around him began to ripple, and in the next instant he vanished just like he appeared on that day three years ago.

Morgana came crashing into the ground where Lirian had vanished from before her very eyes, but it was too late for her to stop her attack.

In the next moment all the warring factions that had entered that zone were completely eradicated in blinding blue flames and crumbling earth.

Everything within a 25 mile radius of Morgana had turned into a mess, it was like a huge meteor had crash landed, sweeping everything in its way.

Morgana huffed loudly in the epicentre of the explosion, "Lucian Vizsalis! One day I'll find you and break every bone in your body!" she roared at the top of her lungs.

As she huffed a single piece of paper seemed to have survived the devastation and slowly floated onto her head.

She snatched it and looked at it in surprise, 'Something actually survived,' she thought in wonder and read the page.

[Find the boy who destroyed the core beneath the wing of a drake and give him this page.]

The rest of the page was blank, but she could tell that it was a special page, after all it survived a full power strike of hers, that left this world with a permanent scar.

She had released her Hyperion-giant-star flames, yet the page survived.

As for the message it wasn't one she hadn't read before, it was actually the reason behind the rule of how to inherit the Pendragon name.

A person had to slay a draconic creature of a higher grade than themselves, they couldn't say how the creature had to be killed for obvious reasons, but once someone fulfilled those lines, big changes would come to the Pendragon family supposedly.

'That's right I've been gone for a while, the family is going to wonder what I've been up to I didn't even inform them of what I was up to, and why did I come here in the first place?"

'Oh, that's right it was the script that brought be here, it even decided where we'd go every time I destroyed an area by accident.'

'But still that blasted man had best hope that I don't find him ever again,' she thought gritting her teeth.

The thought of what he said was driving her into a frenzy and she soon ruined that entire world and all those on it.

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On that day reports came in from planet Telenor, some mentioned a crazy beast that slaughtered everything in sight, other reports spoke of a psychotic woman, that tortured every living creature making them hail her as a beauty from the heavens before killing them.

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The Domain of Pride.

The Immortal Realm.

Katerina's icy blue eyes snapped open and she floated above her throne that was surrounded by concentric layers of stairs.

Her hall was filled with millions of souls that tirelessly moved about, "Leave," she said simply and quickly the souls began to move out in uniform lines obeyed her command without question.

She climbed out of her throne and as she took every step down the stairs the strings of fate, that were a million times finer than a strand of hair, rushed forward not allowing her sacred body to be stained by the filthy floor that was cleaner than even the flames of a sun, it wasn't her doing, fate did it of its own will.

Fate too caught her flowing black hair that would cascade across the steps, keeping it clean keeping it pure and keeping it perfectly straight.

As she came to the bottom of the jet black steps she dropped down to her knees and lowered her head all the way to the ground in full prostration, the only thing stopping her from going any lower, was the threads of fate that wouldn't allow anything to touch her.

"Great one," she whispered in respect, as the air above her throne began to shimmer, and a blueish mist that was reminiscent of the void appeared on her throne.

"Great one, if you wish for me to do anything, I'm afraid that my powers are now extremely limited, I've pushed my fate particles to the limit," she said in an apologetic voice.

"Do you think that I am unaware," a majestic and ancient voice answered from the mists. "Today you shall have a single task, however it is not yet time."

"Now rise, my pride and joy," the entity said in a tone that seemed to convey care, Katerina could not be certain.

"I have come to create for you a source, how much do you know of the sixth universes history?" the entity asked as she climbed back to her fair feet and gazed upon the blue mists.

"In the fourteen years since I have returned I struggled to look into that universes past, however, I have learned a few things and I am aware that the one they call Quaria can only be me, does this mean that you will be creating a nexus in time Great One."

Katerina knew that it was foolish to play with time, but she knew that it wasn't a complex law, gods considered time spells as parlour tricks, yet they knew better than to play with the causality of time.

However, if it was the Great One's will then who had the right to oppose it.

"When shall we begin?" Katerina asked feeling a bit of anticipation, it had been a long time since she stretched her legs, she dedicated herself, to curing her daughter's ailment for so long that she had forgotten what it was like to do anything else.

"Patience my child you will be going but you will not be going alone a diviner always needs a guard," the entity spoke and ripples appeared in the air as a crimson-red haired man suddenly appeared muttering loudly.

"That woman is absolutely crazy," were the first words he uttered upon arriving at the foot of the stair not even paying attention to where he was.

"Seriously, we were together for three years and for stating the truth she was ready to kill me, blasted woman didn't even hold back in that last strike!" he shouted and slowly climbed to his feet.

He first looked up at the throne not at all surprised by the void like blue mist, "Follow the script and good things will happen!" he muttered in an amused tone, "Sounds like a good rule."

Then he looked away from the mysterious entity and his eyes fell on what could easily qualify to be the most beautiful woman in existence.

She was wrapped in threads of fate that made up her clothing, how could fate allow anything other than itself to touch her skin and look at her body, yet when the man's eyes fell on the woman fate darted away from his gaze, how could it block the view of one it regarded so highly.

'Now that's a freaking beauty,' he thought until he met those ice cold blue eyes, she didn't seem to mind him looking at her naked body, but as both their eyes met they stilled in their movements and their breathing came to a halt.

"Katerina!" Lucian said softly, it was impossible for him to forget those eyes.

"Killian!" Katerina muttered her gazed fixed tightly on him.

Hovering over them, the entity watched in silence, the entity already knew what would happen, but it had to play out first.