When Abhor was younger, he would stare out at sea. The ocean was so vast, so large and so beautiful, but he never flew above it. Not once. Abhor thought about it. Flying over the vast waters, launching himself from island to island.


    One day, when abhor was 10, he was upset. Darkness had scolded him for sneezing the dining room table into next week. It wasn’t HIS fault though. His powers were like a storm. Who knows what it will do next?


    Not him. That was for sure. He was so upset about the predicament that he decided to do it. He lifted his wings, then slammed them back down, causing him to lift off the ground. He then went over the sea, searching for something that wasn’t Darkness.


    What he saw, around an hour later, with the sky starting to turn as dark as his black scales, was not Darkness. He saw an island, with a massive pillar, spiraling up and up forever. Amazed, he landed, his talons sinking softly into the sand below. The spiraling building was made of solid obsidian, with five stones, each differently coloured, around it. He maneuvered around the spiral, touching the obsidian, but not daring to touch the stones.


    He passed a green stone, a blue stone, a yellow stone, a red stone, and a purple stone. The purple one was where he stopped. He stared at the markings on it. Three circles almost touching on one end. As he got closer, his scales began to pulse, as if drawn to the circular object.


    Abhor didn’t touch it, no matter how much he wanted to. But he did do one thing. He promised himself something. One day, he would come back, touch the stone and reveal its secrets. There was a loud boom from behind him. Unauthorized tale usage: if you spot this story on Amazon, report the violation.


    He swivelled his head around to see the most enormous human creation to ever touch the ground. Except it wasn’t touching the ground. It was hundreds of feet in the air, and firing at something. The warship shot cannons, missiles, railguns, everything. But at what, abhor couldn’t tell. He leaped into the air, flying to the top of the tower for a better look. They were firing at a dragon.


    Abhor couldn''t get a good look from such a distance, but he saw red and black scales. The dragon kept dodging everything that was thrown at them. Once the warship stopped firing, the dragon turned and fled. What it didn’t see was a yellow burst of light from seemingly nowhere coming out of the sky and soaring straight toward it. Abhor shot forward.


    He couldn’t just watch that dragon die. It was wrong, and he wouldn’t stand for it. He wouldn''t watch this dragon get killed like the rest of his clan had been. That was when it happened. He concentrated his power into his breath, took a deep breath, and, his scales glowing like stars going supernova, shot a concentrated purple beam, straight at the opposing one.


    The light disappeared as soon as it came. For a moment, all was silent. All Abhor could hear was the sound of the warships techy propellers whirring. Then, the beam reappeared, slamming into the warship, making it vanish into the night sky. Then all was silent.


    Fear battled with excitement in his mind. Where did it go? One side of Abhors brain said. Is that thing really gone? Where did that beam of light come from?


    Who is that dragon? AM I GOING TO DIE!? While the other side said OH HEAVEN ABOVE THAT WAS AMAZING!!! I used my POWERS on COMMAND! This was sort of a victory moment for him that he never felt before.


    But then he looked up, noticed the color of the sky and realized that he needed to get home, and fast. He looked at the red dragon. He exchanged glances. Neither could see each other very well. Then abhor turned and fled.


    Back home. He knew he would see both the dragon and the stone again. He didn’t know how he knew, but he was sure he just got himself tangled up in something bigger than he had ever intended.