Prologue

Part One: The Dragon

Dra’lum sauntered through the halls of The Great Above. A heaven of sorts, although mortals were not allowed in a select few known as Esentrions were allowed to roam ,just like Dra’lum was, through the halls of The Great Above.

The Poets are a group of billions of star-like creatures that record the lives of all that's ever lived in the form of writing. There will never be more beings than poets, and there will never be more poets than beings. The complete balance of man and poet is essential for life to continue flowing. If all men and women could simply say they did or did not do something to go to The Nightmare or The Dream.

The Nightmare is a terrifying place that no man nor woman wishes to go. An endless nightmare of your worst nightmare repeating over and over again. The Dream is where every being aspires to go to when they die. An endless dream of anything you want, if you get bored of everything you can reset your memory and do it all again. No matter who or what is killed they will always go to The Nightmare or The Dream.

“Dra’lum please report to room 80765,” said the automated voice. It could find anything in The Great Above. “Dra’lum, Poet 0574, please report immediately to room 80765,” repeated the automated voice.

Dra’lum made their way to room 80765, expecting nothing as he was taught. ‘Poets expect nothing and no one as their assignments, you are a tool in the hands of the gods,’. Dra’lum heard his teacher's voice echo head, a soft melody countering the sandpaper of the automated voice.

Dra’lum’s cold black hand twisted the knob on the door.

“Hello Dra’lum,” said Haveniririon, the great god of life and death.

“My lord, this is an honour,” said Dra’lum, bowing.

“Oh no need for that, I’ve heard great things about you, please call me Haveniririon,” said Havenirion. “I have a very special task for you, I need you to be The Dragon’s poet.”

“My lord- Haveniririon, I mean no disrespect, but, they’re one who destroyed so much that we removed magic from the world!” retorted Dra’lum.

“Not remove, displace. We created a separate dimension and put all of magic and all who could wield it into the ‘Magic Realm’ as well, and froze its flow of time, after that we removed the memories of all who knew of magic,” corrected Haveniririon, “Anyone who could use magic would only be around four years older that they were fifteen thousand years ago, and also start from the very beginning of their life. I know you had quite the experience with said life.”

“Of course my lord, I mean Havenirion,” said Dra’lum leaving the room. This will be quite amusing.