It was evening in this isolated part of a hated, volcanic planet - Dragon Eye - but it was dusk in the eyes of the young prince who had lost his loving father to patriotism.There was only so much a little boy of four could possibly take in.
He sat under the shade of his castle, tears rolling down his cheeks. None but the last rays of the sun to console him. He knew not what to feel. Anger or sorrow? He could now hear the first dragons climbing out of their fiery abodes in the lava in the valley of volcanoes he was in.
The sky glowed yellow and red now. That’s how every night had been. He saw this as the perfect time to remember his father’s last words to him.
“Don’t give in to fear, son! There is no life without fear or failure. Venture into the cave underneath this castle. The very heart of Raw-si-Der peak. There, fear will be your downfall, but if you do make it, you’ll gain power beyond your imagination - the truth about why this castle was built on this peak”.
The entrance to the cave was very well in his view from where he sat. He got up. His tears instantly evaporated into a vapour of courage. He summoned his strength and courage and ventured into the cave.
It was dark. Not even the volcanic red glow from outside could penetrate the deep of the cave. Now the only red glow he saw was that he saw ahead in the cave. It was a dot of red that soon became a pin, which became a knife, that slowly turned into a sword as he got closer to it.
It was protruding out of a rock and it seemed to be made of a strange metal that glowed red and appeared to be hotter than all the lava he'd ever seen, but as he got closer, the sorroundings got colder. The metal glowed a brighter red with each step he took towards it, and then all of a sudden; it stopped glowing. He picked it up. Right then, the silence of the cave was shattered by a thundering roar and he dropped the sword. He watched as the sword turned into something he hadn’t seen in his worst nightmares.