Mist and smoke shifted between Heran and the malevolent presence in the dark before him. All that Heran could see were the eyes that burned with an inner light, the presence in the dark was immense, he could at least sense that.
Heran strained his eyes to make out who he was talking to. "Why do you seek a fool?"
The rasping, growling voice came to him again, "to do my bidding in the mortal world."
"And what will I get out of this?" Heran sounded braver than he felt at the moment. He could hear the shifting of hot gravel under the presence, it grated against his ears and made him shudder involuntarily.
"You will get to live, and I will give you what you have been seeking." The promise coming from this 'person' sounded more like a threat.
'I should have never come here.' The Elders warned me about coming, they told me that if I should get what I desire, it may not be what I expected. That in seeking the Cliffs of Fate, it would seal upon me the Fate that was handed to me. But I had disregarded their advice, thinking that I knew better, that I could master fate.
Heran wanted to leave, but he felt the bindings that he had not noticed before. The bindings that had wound around his mind, ensnaring him, rooting him to the spot. He could not leave now even if he wanted to.
"What would you have me do?" Heran sounded resigned.
"All in good time, fool."
"At least show me who you are."
A low chuckle rumbled out of the mists, and the ground shuddered as the figure took a step closer. "Look upon your new master."
Heran wanted to run screaming but he was still held in place by the powerful figure before him. Black leathery skin clung to bulging muscles and steam curled from it's snout. Wickedly sharp claws were only surpassed by the gleaming rows of teeth. Vast wings were curled around his body and his tail swished from side to side.
The black Dragon of legends.
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