My Life As A Salamander 88 Your Story

"And so my children. That is how your mother and I met." A large Dragon said. His voice was the rumble of a mountainous landslide. He sat on a throne of gold and his hide was covered in jewels and silver. It was like they grew from his very skin. His scales were diamonds, rubies, and sapphires. His height reached 100 feet. He had eight arms which held varying objects. A rod that looked like a halberd. A scroll that echoed with the murky aura of death. A ball of light that illuminated the sky. A ball of pitch black darkness. A goblet that swirled with a storming seas wrath. And a hammer that eminated heat like no other. The other two rested on the arms of his throne. His body eminated an aura that was undeniably divine. A crown of flames adorned his head while the ground at his feet was filled with gra.s.s and flowers. A creek flowed close by in a tranquil but lively manner. The air was filled with a nice breeze filled with the smell of flowers. He looked down at the small children running around his feet 7 in all. The eldest was 14 years old and stood 5 feet tall. She was a beautiful woman by many standards. Her skin was pale and she had scales across her forehead in the shape of a crown. She had a beautiful pair of red horns adorning her head. Dark hair flowed down her back to her waist like a river. A simple white dress adorned her like a cloud embracing a circling hurricane. Beautiful, but hiding the Disaster cla.s.s aura that she was born with.

"Father... Why mother of all people?" She asked. Her voice was elegant but held a slight venom like her draconic lineage suggested. He looked down at her from his throne. "Your mother placed me on the path to where I am today. She and I never separated on our path."

He rumbled out. She twirled a little. Her dress flew about ever so slightly in the air. Her scarlet eyes danced in the light of the sun.

"What was she like Father? Truly." She asked inquisitively. A smile of kindness and wisdom went across his face. "Gentle yet Brutal. Strong yet Weak. A hurricane but a soft wind." The rumble echoed through the air. "She was brave. Braver than any before her. I will always remember her for the rest of my days." He sighed and the moisture in the air condensed into a mist. "I may govern death. But a balance must be kept in all ways." He rumbled. The scenery seemed to zoom outwards revealing the background to his throne. A dead world surrounded his back. Shadows weaved all throughout it in ways only the mind could imagine. Storms raged across the sky and tornadoes rampaged across the land tearing up the ground.

The ground was barren and burnt black. It was cracked and filled with fire. The stream was turned into a raging river that sucked in the unsuspecting. It was truly a land of death and destruction. Behind his throne though in the peaceful place between stood a woman. Her hair was platinum blonde with grey streaks. Her face showed she had aged incredibly well with very few crows feet wrinkles around her eyes and little dimples adorned her face as she smiled warmly at her children. The only thing that made her truly different was that she was see through and slightly greyed out in color. He looked back at her and his eyes echoed with his love for her.

He then looked up at the sky into the distance. At a distant multiverse and at an earth covered in a black substance. He then turned his view slightly to look. Out through his world and into yours. His sapphire blue eyes holding your gaze with unyielding determination.

"Now that you know my story dear reader... Perhaps you can make your own." He rumbled as he smirked and retracted his gaze to once again look at his playing children. His left hand tapped the arm of his throne in thought as a faint disturbance crossed his view. A world of death. And yet still filled with life. "How is that possible?" He said as he focused on it before chuckling lightly. "Well I'll be d.a.m.ned. Someone finally figured out how to live after they died. This will be interesting he said as he watched in interest as the events began to unfold.