Finall Monarch.
Long ago there was one thing which was said and spoken, "All things magical or unatrual will fall."
Waking up in the very heart of darkness, Raynard breathed.
He did not know where or how he got to here.
But he knew one thing, never ever forget.
Like a call and a warning he breathed and went to slumber, befor growing into the form he was meant to be.
'Crack!' The heart of darkness no longer held his body, and instead broke from which Raynard was born.
Claws, teeth, and eye's along with his very body was of an infant, more or less a predator.
Raynard looked around his, his very skin dark red and a hunger unlike any he had felt, his nose itself stiffed.
Ashes, sulfer and fire itself was what he smelled, but what caught his attention was the very egg he was awoken from.
He grabbed and ate at the very obsidian shell he came out of and savored every bite, his very instinct was tell him that this was right.
He then finished before walking out of the hole he was incased in.
He saw a sea of other eggs just like his, ones colorful, ones larger and smaller, and ones with odd shapes, along with ones that stood out from the rest.
And like a spawn, they too began to crack and hatch.
Raynard knew what was comming, he set down and breathed the air which burned his very lungs.
"So it started."
His very voice was incoherent and only he could understand it.
TimeWiser · Fantaisie
