"It was a hot day in the middle of a park. The sun ruling over the sky with no clouds in sight. And the people below....
Were hot as shit." A boy flings his arms in the air then tugs at his tank top. "That's what I'll have em write on my tombstone. This heat is lethal." he says then immediately drinks the rest of his water bottle brining his phone up to his ear.
"Ooooooooh child, ain't that the truth. Thank the Lord your outside and I'm not. Now hurry on up and get back home with them beams. I need em to finish dinner tonight." A old female voice says from the phone. Marcus stands up, knowing better to keep his mother waiting.
He was too big to get a whooping for being late but cleaning the dishes was a punishment that annoyed him to no end. (Workshop this part)
Walk-in down the sidewalk passing kids playing ball. And trying not to laugh, when ont of them tripped after their mother told them to tie their shoes. 'That's what yo lil ass gets for not listening to ya mammy' he thinks and reaches for his headphones only to realize he made the mistake of leaving them before he left. Shrugging at the realization he continues walking until the park disappears in the distance. The city calming down as the sun starts setting.
'Oh man, Mom's gonna be pissed. I better hurry it up.' Marcus starts jogging down the street.(Doing that weird little gay kind of jog you do when your trying not to make the bag rip. You know the one). Lucky for him there were no cars the entire way. Not like he would have seen one coming, he was jay walking the entire time. His house coming into view as a loud bang sounds out. The force from whatever happens knocking him off his feet and then some. In fact it sent him flying for five feet onto the dirt and sending splinters of broken concrete around his neighborhood.
Marcus groans picking himself up. Thinking nothing but 'what the hell happened', unfortunately before Marcus could look a brick had other plans and sending him into darkness. The ground benith him caving in.
....*BANG*
Marcus wakes up and looks around. And sees he isn't in his neighborhood anymore, in fact he pretty sure he wasn't above ground anymore. Looking up he sees a hole in the sky '..wait a second skies don't have holes. So that must be the opening in a cave. I'm in a cave..a damp, mossy and big cave.fuck I'm cooked, why doesnit smell like pickles?' he thinks before he starts starts hearing sirens and seeing flashing lights. Walking thinking he might as well try to leave before he starved or something. Since the police or whoever is in charge of things like this arrives.
'This place is..strangely well lit.' Marcus thinks, he thought he'd be bumping into things or tripping on something at least once. But he hasn't even used the flashlight on his phone, it was less of a cave and more of a dim room. If you if ored the spiders, Lord he hoped he didn't get bit by a poisonous one. And after twenty more minutes of walking the cave ends. Only a sliver of a crack that bugs crawl out of can fir. 'fuuuuck, I ain't fitting through there. Well guess I really am cooked' Marcus thinks with a sigh. You'd think someone who was as young as Marcus would be more stressed out about potentially dying alone in a cave. Marcus had no faith in government services to bail him out. He just wished was going out in a way that was faster.
Just as Marcus turned around to start pasting from where he fell and the crack. A rippling voice that sounded like audio that was revarbed too many times, yet felt sinister. whispers in his ear.
???:"Turn around, you have higher purpose than to die."
Marcus immediately twists and looks around. 'OH NAH,WHO EVEN SAID THAT??!'
???:"Your superior. Beyond the little worrries of you small creatures. Your king." The voice says in a haughty voice, almost scoffing at having it's identity questioned.
As if his body was a puppet on strings his body moves on his own. Walking to the wall and it crumbles before he touches in. Stepping past into a much larger cave behind it. Then stopping in front of a boulder the size of a house. "You this is getting too weird. Hey, voice! I'm here in." Marcus looks around. "In this second big ass cave! For whatever reason, and-"
???:"SILENCE! I HAVE NO TIME FOR YOUR CONSTANT DRIBBLE! ALLL YOU NEED TO KNOW IS THAT YOU ARE RECEIVING A GIFT FAR BETTER THAN YOUR KIND DESERVES!" The voice shouts and the cave rumbles. The boulder lifting itself and making Marcus step back as he realizes the boulder was no ordinary rock. It was part of a nose. A giant nostril that was attached to something that should exist. A giant golden dragon with multiple heads a trained on him. Red eyes generating lighting behind the iris and intense as can be. Not that something that big needed to intimidate, both of them understood that and the dragon was almost revealing in Marcus's reaction. "OH MY GOD THAT IS A DRAGON! WHY IS THERE A DRAGON?! HOW IS THE DRAGON TALKING! I'M TALKING TO THE DRAGON AND THE DRAGON'S TALKING TO ME! AM I HIGH OR IN A FEVER DREAM??" He says while patting himself all over his body. Trying to find the injury he MUST have had to be seeing this.
"Enough of your scraveling! Your in the presence of a king! Contain your emotions. It is unbecoming of my successer." That made Marcus pause in his panic. Successor? What could this dragon have planned, was it the reason he fell? Did it know the fustre, was it the reason for that crashing sound? All of this was possible, he was talking to an dragon now. So after a few breaths Marcus calms himself and the dragon almost smiles with a grin. "Not even Kaiju half my size has reined themselves in this quickly. Good you will need that composure." The main head lowers itself in front of Marcus. "I believe your kind prefers eye to eye contact when conversing. You will never give this privilege to anyone else, you are above that. Now." The dragon lifts it's wing, sending a whirlwind of dust and debris, nearly sending Marcus flying by accident. "As you can see" The dragon shifts revealing it's wings had hole, it's other heads were missing eyes and jaws, scortch marks lined it's neck like a tattoo and some scales were missing, showing the leathery skin underneath with dried black blood.
"I am called النصر السماوي. No wait, your kind did not speak this tounge on this part of the world. alnasr alsamawiu, is my name. But alnasr will do fine. As you can see I have been injured i am to die soon." Then dragon puts his wing down and continues. "I would normally recover from wounds like this, but unfortunately I was taken advantage of in my battle and had my energy drained too low to recover. Your world, or at least as your kind knows it will change. I will not be around to rule it as I deserve." The dragon midges Marcus with it's nose. "That's where you come in. Your a pathetic, scrawny, tiny unrooly creature. But your kind has proved itself to be the....most favorable option." The dragon says almost spitting it out, like it left a bad fast in his mouth. "And you are the best candidate to inherit my power. You'll-"Marcus interrupts. "Okay fist of all, cut that insulting crud out. Second of all-"
"SILENCE RUNT!" Marcus shuts up immediately, feeling something other than his common sense tug at him to not annoy the giant dragon. "Listen here and listen well. I have not chosen you because of any Grand prequisite. You were just the least pathetic and unfortunately your mamlo is the most compatible with mine. Thats what your kind has started calling D.N.A, ridiculous you all have forgotten the tounge of the first of your kind.." the dragon huff, sending a cloud of steam bigger than Marcus past him. 'at least my clothes are ironed now' Marcus thinks as he feels much too hot for comfort. "Since I am not rule in this new age you will do so in my stead. You will take on my nature alongside your own. Relish in battle and victory. You will become a creature truly unique to this universe, even with immitators that will surely arise. And most importantly you will NEVER BEND THE KNEE FOR ANYONE! YOU ARE MY SUCCESSER AND CHILD IN EVERY RIGHT THAT MATTERS! YOU WILL NOT DISGRACE ME BY DOING SO!" Marcus covers his ears and nods. "Okay, okay, god damn quiet down!" The dragon lifts it's claw, bigger then a house at just the tip. Pokes Marcus in the forehead surprisingly gently before putting his claw down. "It is done and you will be called..." The dragon says...
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...."so is anything going to happen or-"at us says before his vision gets blurry. The edge of his world turning red a bolts of electricity sprang out from the dragon into his body. The dragon losing more of it's body as a red ring slides from it's tail to it's heads. By the time it's done Marcus collapses onto the floor and the dragon is nothing more but a skeleton.
But not before hearing one last whisper.
"Destroyer"