The Origin Arc – Part One
September 1st, 4100
The Monarch of Flesh, Bronze
The birth of life, almost so suddenly appearing in our midst. The flesh of our free will- hiding our true self. Our persona of regret. Yield to thy lord
-The Mark of The Monarch
Lionel: The Monarch, the insufferable bastard cult. Every word that comes out of your mouth- all of you. Punishment is present, succumb to the natures of my abilities. Fall before me.
Somewhere off the coast of Bronze, Wyvern Island
Three Weeks Prior
Draco: Cole, wake – supper is ready. The depressing tone of your snores will scare off the flavor.
Cole Fallen: Grandpa, just, let me sleep in for a little longer eh?
Draco: Out of bed, NOW.
The boy- Cole, launched into the air and landed on a oval like stone.
Cole Fallen: Gah- dammit. Grandpa that hurt ya know.
Draco: Shut it boy, supper is ready. Eat, tonight you tend the wyverns with Palin.
Cole: Not Palin, anyone but her- DAMMIT.
Draco: Boy, lower your tone. The San family have lost another sheep- they are in mourning as we speak.
Cole: Its a sheep gra-
Draco looked heavily at Cole.
Cole: Ill- Ill go get ready.
Draco stood at 63, 235lbs. He wore tan beat up pants. With holes by the knee on both sides. He was always shirtless- and had the body of a miniature giant.
Cole stood at 59, 137lbs. He wore a beat up black tee, grey pants. As well as would occasionally wear