Prologue part 2

He dove into a roll and came up facing the opposite direction, just as a gryphon smashed into the deck. "Your time has come Kier." it snapped in a throaty voice.

"Or so you think Gesh. I knew this was coming, thousands of years you have waited for this, and after all that planning you still failed to keep me completely in the dark." Kier responded. The beast lunged with great speed that belied its size, only nearly missing him. Kier struck with his Ke'Dar, scoring a long gash along its neck. Gesh recoiled, letting out an ear splitting screech. The wound looked to be scorched and the smell of burnt flesh filled the air. "Dragonite!! How?..." Gesh muttered.. "curse you Kier!! You will not bring my plans to a halt!" The Gryphon had far superior skill with matter manipulation. The air flashed red with a ting of black as fire burst into existence. Kier quickly formed fire of his own. His took form just in time to intercept the fire ball about to slam into him. Both fireballs puffed out of existence as they made contact. 

Gesh roared in frustration “Where did you learn that!?” he demanded.

"surprised Gesh? Yes I know true matter manipulation, not just your cheap antimatter copies. You will have to defeat me in true combat you dirty flying rat."  Gesh jumped into the air and swiped with his large talon. Kier jumped backwards, the claws narrowly missing his face. Kier slashed at Gesh with his Ke'Dar as he jumped backwards. The blade seared the feathers on his chest but didn't hit flesh.  Gesh screamed as he lounged forward. His beak sunk into Kiers shoulder. "foolish.." Kier grunted through gritted teeth. They both fell to the deck as Gesh collapsed. Slowly his beak loosened and Kier stood up pulling free the Ke'Dar from Geshes' corpse. Kier winced as he rolled his shoulder. His dragon weave armor had kept Geshes bite from breaking the skin but it strength of it had bruised his muscles. He would have to be carful. The ship had stopped moving, the crew had probably fled, or they were hiding below decks.

"I have to reach the city, this has to end!" Kier thought in frustration. "I cannot fly one of our ships over the city, it will be blown to pieces before we even reach the outer wall."

Kier sat for a moment on the deck of the now silent and motionless ship. There was a small sound from behind him. He turned quickly, holding his Ke'Dar in a defensive grip. The door to the quarters stood open, a shirtless sailor stood in the door way, mouth agape at the corpse of Gesh. 

"you brought these beasts of the north upon us and now you kill them? What manner of demon are you!" the startled sailor said. 

"A demon? I am no demon, Gesh? He turned on his own, he lost his mind to madness, it was a pleasure to end his life." Kier said, voice cold, emotionless. "as much a pleasure to end his as it will be to end prince artiers"

"the prince!? But what of the King?" the sailer stammered.

"The king ever has been my friend, and always will be."

"You lie!!" came a voice from behind the sailor.

"think what you will, it matters not, you will take me to the palace, or you will die."

The crewmen, now half on deck looked at each other, worry plan on their faces.

"we will take him to the keep, we don't have much choice, stay here and die, take him and be killed by our own king for treason." 

"Never, we will die with honor!" one shouted.   

"A fools honor, die now, or help change the world. It matters not to me." 

"Let him speak for himself I will fly you to the keep." a large man in the front said, voice deep and bold.

The rest of the crew quickly fell behind the large man who had spoken. He started shouting orders and the others all went to work. In short order the small ship was moving swiftly towards the city.

The small ship moved over a small balcony far below. Kier stepped to the edge of the ship and climbed up on the small railing. Looking down he jumped. The world lurched as he started to fall. Faster and faster towards the ground. Kier concentrated once again, forming the air below him to distribute his weight. He hit the ground with a loud crack. The marble tiles giving way to the force, dust filled the air as Kier stood up.

Prince Artiers was walking slowly towards him, gleaming black sword drawn. He had a fools grin stretched across his face. This was why Kier came, this was his purpose. To kill a prince...

This was the end, the end of nations, the beginning of tumult and change that would go on to fill the world. Some would call it the beginning of the end. But now we see it was the recreation of things once lost and broken.