Dragon Words

The Dragon King Utheron lay dying on his lair, surrounded by his most loyal subjects. His great wings, once a symbol of his power and might, now lay limp and lifeless at his sides. The being who once managed to bring peace across the entire continent was now only a shadow of its past self, other dragons gathered around him, their expressions a mix of grief and uncertainty.

"Is there nothing we can do?" asked one of the nobles, desperation creeping into his voice.

The Dragon King shook his head weakly. "My time has come. But there is one thing I can do before I go." He took a deep breath and spoke in a voice that rumbled through the throne room like thunder.

"Dragon Words."

"I will use my dragon words to make sure that the I fix all the mistakes that are happening now"

The other dragons gasped in shock and disbelief. Dragon Words were the pinnacle form of magic, they even surpassed the power of the runes that took time to write down and harness their energy, dragon words were reserved only for the most important occasions since you would have to pay a big price to use them. They could shape reality itself, bending the world to the speaker's will.

"But...my lord," said another noble, "you cannot use Dragon Words now. You are too weak. It will kill you."

The Utheron smiled weakly. "I know. But it is the only way. I must protect our people, even if it costs me everything."

The Dragon King has decided to use dragon words since in the past 30 years some Noble factions have decided to start conducting experiments in human slaves in secret in order to create assassins and soldiers capable of killing their opposition without the need of lifting a finger, but this soon created problems since the blood of the dragons that was used allowed some humans to awaken powers that went far beyond just physical strength augmentation.

The other dragons fell silent as Utheron began speak in a language older than time itself. The words echoed through the throne room, growing louder and more powerful with each passing moment. The air around him began to shimmer and crackle with energy, and the other dragons stepped back in fear, dragon words was a magic that was related to the soul meaning the stronger the soul the stronger the words.

Then, with a final burst of power, Utheron's body went still and slowly it started to disperse into magical particles. The other dragons rushed forward, but it was too late. The Dragon King was gone, leaving behind only a sense of fear.

For a long moment, the dragons stood in silence, unsure of what to do next. Then, slowly, they began to realise that something had changed. The air was different, somehow...thicker, more alive.

One of the younger human slaves, a mere kid, spoke up. "What...what is this? I feel...different."

The other slaves turned to look at him, surprised at the kid's sudden boldness. They could sense something in the air, too, something new and strange.

"It's Dragon Words," said one of the elders, his voice hushed with reverence. "The King used it to free us."

All the slaves that had a magical seal in their chest notice that they were free to move how they wanted without the need to ask their master for permission, for a normal slave this meant nothing since their master could devour then with one bite but for the assassins and for the soldiers that were under the control of the nobles meant that they could revolt or run away.

"But what happened with the King to use this on slaves?"

All of the sudden a loud noise could be heard from the lair that was just in front of the mines were all the slaves were digging ores.

The elders exchanged a look, and then one of them stepped forward. "It seems that the King's use of Dragon Words has...changed things."

The other slaves murmured in surprise and confusion. They had never witnessed such a thing before. The lair were their lord resided exploded and they could see some figures walking down into their direction.

The slaves didn't move an inch because they were afraid of what might happen to then if they decide to leave.

"We must use this opportunity to run," said the kid. "The King's sacrifice demands it."

The other slaves nodded in agreement, their expressions grave. They knew that the world had changed forever, and that they were now living in a new era.

Once the slaves decided to run the figures reached the entrance of the mine, these two figures had soldier uniforms.

All the slaves though that they were about to dye until one of the soldiers said.

"The revolution starts now. Who wants to join us?"

And thus the 200 years old war starts.