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Here's the journal prologue, and part of chapter one (as a teaser).


Prologue: A Dragons Journal

It was a typical dark and stormy night; the type of night where things happen unknown to the rest of the world while perception seems encompass all of whatever little room or shelter exists around a person. Unbeknownst to myself, there were events in motion hundreds of years in the making, but of course if one were to think about it, every event is hundreds of years in the making. Decisions make history whether it’s recorded or not.
So there I sat, examining the dimly lit room around me, pouring over the scroll I had purchased earlier that very morning from a nameless vendor in another town whose name again escapes me. What intrigued me most about the scroll was its proposed age, four hundred years. Looking at the markings and metals at first I thought it a forgery simply because the races whose cultures poses those markings have never had any record of interacting.
Before I go too much further I should properly explain this world I live in, seeing as my good friend Ivan has been experimenting with inter-dimensional travel and transport, who knows where this novel may embark?
This world possesses an energy that many may consider strange or abnormal, there is a power in the air known as “Mana” to some, “Magic” to others (though it’s hardly mystical), maybe even “Chakra” if you’re well traveled enough. Typically these energies align themselves to one or more of the six main elements of Earth, Wind, Fire, Water, Light, and Darkness. There are other elements, and other ways of using these energies without the need to align them. I myself have been able to manipulate and manage some of these powers myself. To satisfy any curiosity, my alignment seems to be Fire and Light, some sort of cruel joke I’ve always assumed due to their flashy nature and my need to be hidden.
These energies can be harnessed by anyone and is able to even be generated by some if used enough. Through my hundreds of years traveling this world I’ve noticed one thing, these energies manifest themselves differently in every living being, and sometimes in non-living things as well. These artifacts are hardly rare for general use, but the rare artifacts are the ones that I, and various others have taken an interest in.
In this world there are many countries, and you will not find a map with any borders, because they change daily due to constant warring and fighting. This world was the one I left behind for many reasons.
I’m hunted; prey, for not who I am but what I am. I’m a beast, an abomination; at least that’s what officials will say when speaking about me. I haven’t hurt a soul, I’ve run from every fight or avoided the conflict in advance through hiding for the past three hundred and fifty years. I have no birth name but my father came from the east, and mother from the west. I call myself Draco, I have no family name, my family members are all deceased. How I am alive is a mystery even unto myself. I am a dragon like none other, simply because I have a human-like form most of the time and my strength depends on my form.
Regardless, there I sat reading over a scroll written by the draconic races, the greater youkai or demons, and many other damned and misunderstood races. The scroll spoke of a hidden continent, encoded by using a multitude of languages from throughout time and place. Not many understood a single one of the multitude of characters, much less all of them, but maybe I was meant to have this scroll for the simple reason that I could.
Reading the words, I first thought that it was some sort of riddle, speaking of a common link amongst the damned races, a thought of a utopia, a place one could go where species and race mattered not. The scroll described a place where mana was strongest, the origin of the myths and legends, known by hundreds of names, the oldest of which can crudely be translated as “Underground”. It wasn’t long reading the scroll that I realized that these were no mere vague ramblings of some prophet or confusing riddle but very specific and simple to understand instructions when read in the same language.
The writings described a doorway of sorts, a route through time and place, unlocked by some sort of key, explaining the scroll cases odd engravings. I ran a claw over it and smiled to myself, dreaming of the opportunities this would bring, namely the opportunity to not be hunted, not to be marked by my very existence to a life of running away and death. When most would consider something like this to be fake or some false hope, I took it to heart and set off, searching for the underground.

Chapter 1: Underground

“Hey Eiji, how long are we going to hide like this?” The crimson dragon said to the swordsman, a heavy fog covering the ally from the view of the stone street. “My tail is going numb, we need to get going, and Crow and Seth are waiting for us.” He continued, taking his tail into his clawed hands, trying to warm it up.
“For a dragon you sure complain a lot.” The swordsman said, turning to Draco, grinning that nonchalant, teasing grin. “It’s almost curfew, once that hits we can move freely, nobody will spot us in this fog.” He continued, wrapping an arm around the dragons’ shoulders. “You need to relax a bit, you’re doing the right thing....” The swordsman’s voice trailed off as the sun fell below the nearby hills, making it seem like darkness falling like a blanket across the small port town.
“That’s our cue… Time to get moving, I’m just nervous about this, I’ve never been part of anything like this, and to be honest I’m more than a bit scared.” The dragon said, holding his messenger bag of belongings close to his chest.
“Don’t be so modest Draco, if it weren’t for you, Hellmaster would have won the last time, you did the right thing, and I’m sure they’ve forgiven you, because without you, we’d all either be dead or… well… it was your vision after all. Because of you he has to try a second time even with his numbers stacked against us. It was your strategies that beat him after all.” The swordsman replied, looking deep into the fog, eyes like a demons. “Coast is clear, time to run.” He said, letting go of the dragon and dashing into the fog.
Closing his eyes the dragon took off into the fog after the swordsman, sensing his raw power and following his footsteps. ‘I have to have strategies, it’s not like I can actually raise a finger and fight him myself, I’d be killed by his weakest foot soldier without you and your support Eiji…’ the dragon thought to himself as the swordsman came to a halt in front of him. Stopping himself he nodded, and...