Airamon's Hallucinations: A Short Story

Airamon, looking up at his father, “The nightmares are so vivid and real, they are tormenting me. Am I, going crazy with hallucinations?”

“no my son now sleep.” Airamon knew it ripped his father apart, for he loved her as much as he loved him. Then suddenly, the nightmares stopped. Emptiness, inside both of them had been forged that could never be filled.

AIRAMON THE KING 8 The passing of his father, Airamon was crowned king. He soon, discovered there were many things his father had kept hidden from him. He discovered the book of the ancient writings, the legend of the land and people. Much of the writings, he did not understand,
yet some how he knew they had deep meaning to what was to come. The dreams he had as a young boy had returned to him. He could see and feel the welts on her flesh from the lashings and the wetness of her blood. Airamon thinking, Am I going crazy? How can an insane man rule the people and keep them safe? The dreams are so real and vivid as before. The tears in her eyes were screaming, with pain. Damnit I need to hold it together, after all, I am King and the people, depend on me. His father’s words when he had asked him, if he were going crazy, his father saying No, did my father know something, but could not speak of it. His body tense, he drifted off to sleep, but did not sleep long. Late In the night, Airamon still tense had a very uneasy feeling. He became even more so when looking out over the balcony. He noticing the dragons all in flight, they appeared searching for something, watching. He had noticed the last few weeks one or two in the sky, nothing like this night brought. As if, they were on lookout. So many dragons, as if they were gathering strength, Gathering strength for what. Airamon heard a screech; looking down to the garden of the castle, he saw a large, black dragon. He knew at once that it was the Dragon Bull. He knew it was calling to the others, giving commands to them. He had unsettling feeling come over him heaviness in the pit of his stomach. The dragons began to land, surrounding the castle and the fields that surrounded the forest. Then the black dragon rose on his hind legs and pushed off, spreading his wings with such a powerful thrust taking flight. Black dragon headed towards the forest traveling at such speed, his wings thrusting with such power. Airamon manservant Joseph came rushing into his chambers. Joseph looked at him.

“It‘s starting all over again my Lord, it‘s happening again, pray my lord, pray.” Airamon in shock, “Do you know what’s happening, Joseph?” Joseph stared at him, “The Darkness my Lord, Dark Kingdom is rising again.
War my Lord war. ” “Joseph gets word to my men to meet me in the War Room at once.”

The five of them were like brothers. They grew up together and been through everything together. Foremost was Mason, his cousin, tall resembling Airamon. They looked more like brothers, than cousins did. Airamon and Mason features were so close in resemblance; they pass each other off as one another. He had broad shoulders, small waist, and hips, thick legs, and strong-arms, dark blond hair and gray Blue piercing eyes. Mason raised and schooled alongside of Airamon. Then Dredge, seemed as though he was a giant, very muscular well built, with black hair and a long black braided beard with a voice so strong and loud it would stop anyone in their tracks. The right of Dredge in the War Room stood Stag, smaller than the rest of the men. He had craftiness about him, very cunning. He had long brown hair, pulled back in a rawhide strap, very muscular arms. He had broad chest, thick waist, and hips, thick legs and deep brown eyes. Stag a legion in his time, known for the swiftness and power in the movement of his
sword. Then appeared Braze, tall, sharp, shrewd, hot tempered. He could be descending, and blunt. He had black hair wild, and curly, dark Blue eyes, muscular, but thinner than the rest. His Intelligence could reason things quickly. One thing they all had in common. Complete loyalty to their King. The war room large, with plush chairs around it, large desk facing a huge fireplace with a roaring fire, flames leaping in it. The flames from the fire, cast a warm glow in the room. The wall behind the desk, had bookshelves from floor to ceiling. Filled with books, one could tell by the wear on the spine, read many times through the years. Enormous doors, opened up to a well-kept garden. Airamon tried to keep it that way, for the garden had been his mother’s pride and joy. That is where she spent her time, working for hours. The castle always had fresh cut flowers about it and fresh herbs for the cooks when she was alive. Airamon felt exceedingly, uneasy as he ran down the stairs to the war room. Something, slammed, directly, into him, astounded him. He had felt it numerous times in the past, as he was growing up, never like this. He could sense her and even for a split- second could see her. Airamon entered the war room, instead of acknowledging his men as usual. He went directly, to a shelf that held candles and lit one. Under his breath in a faint whisper, “This one is for you my queen.” Mason looking at him, “What did you say?”

His men staring, at the two of them, but staying silent, they knew, something desperately was wrong.
Airamon raised his hand to silence him. He was in no mood at the present time for Mason‘s, questioning. He looked around at his men with uneasiness wanting to know whether any of them had heard anything, while being about in the village. Dredge spoke up first. “The elders of the villager say a dragon rider is going to enter the realm, there is going to be war. All the dragon riders are uniting, forming a fighting force. The castle of dragons is beginning to awaken.” Braze cuts in. “They say this dragon rider carries the spirit of the Dragon King and had been born of dragon blood, with the soul that travels through time, as written by the ancestor in the book of legion has been reborn.” Dredge, “This dragon rider their saying, is a direct bloodline to the ancient people of the kingdom of dragons.” “I,” Braze speaks. “Daphne says this dragon rider carries inside of themselves one soul and one spirit and is to be protected, by another spirit and a spirit from another
kingdom.” Mason, “I could not understand what he was saying. You know how he talks, in riddles, empty talk. He spoke of a soul that survives all death and has lived for centuries since the beginning of time. We all have been going over it, trying to put the pieces to gather.” Stag, “Daphne spoke of the heart, some life forces, mind and consciousness. He then spoke about some Greek God. I believe he called him Phantasms of dreams; I gave him a laugh and told him there was only one God.” Mason, “Airamon you should have seen Daphne, he became firm and spoke, the one God as we know, is one God of many Gods and works in many ways.” Stag, “He would not speak to any of us anymore. I figured, he was old and becoming senile.” Mason steps forward, “I remember your father saying, that the dragons were protectors of the land and people. We had nothing to fear from them.”