The Cost of Life
War is never easy, thought Lunar, as he sat atop his throne chair, levitated by Astral magic.
Least the end is near... he said under a muttered breath. The months, years even, he had sat and hid away from the battlefront, where his most loyal men fought for a better and brighter future for their lord, he would take it no more. Tomorrow, he thought to himself, that is the day I rejoin this war. It would end all too quick, as Lunar could easily overpower any Cyborg, his Astral magic far superior to any of their feeble guns and programming. A smirk emerged onto his face as an Astral walked in. "Food, my lord" they said, as a tray with tins and tins, forged out of finest Exodioum, reflected the bewitched ceiling, enchanted to show the Milky Way. Deporting the food of next to Lunar, the Astral vanished from the room.
After a hearty meal prepared by his chefs, he moving on to regaining and reminding himself of his once supreme powers. Walking into the fighting room where young Astrals, 12-13, trained to be prepared for war, where they would depart to the battlefront in less than a year, he walked over to a dummy. Then he prepared some fierce Astral fire, shooting it at the dummy with all his might. Summoning more, he sent round after round of fierce fire at the dummy, which had been reduced to nothing more than rubble, as bright eminence flames cheerfully danced around its remains, as the shocked rookies stared in awe and amaze. Conjuring a sword made of Exodioum and Astral, he charged at two more dummies, nearly knocking over a young Astral in the way. With 2 fierce slash's, the dummies were, like its brother, reduced to mere dust. As this point in time some of the young students began to clap at their all mighty lord. He prepared to move onto the next room when a deafening noise filled the room. Lunar knew for well what this alarm meant, the plot of an oncoming attack against the capital. "Students, get ready to fight!" yelled Lunar at the rookies, who replied with no words, just looks of pure terror and confusion. Before any of them could speak out, Lunar darted out of the room, leaving a feeble trial of Astral flames in his path.
Flying several metres above the capital of the planet Celi, Ankh looked at his men, his wings flapping causing a constant breeze to gentle glide throughout the air. "Prepare all troops for a full scale attack" the dragon said "Leave no Astral alive, it's time to take back everything they took from us" and with that, he flew forwards towards the capital, his men in quick pursuit.
Darting our the main gate, Lunar looked up to the several figures flying towards him, getting bigger by the second. Remembering his years of battle and crusade, Lunar prepared to fight, as guards and students emerged from the front gate, ready to defend their home from the Dragon People. Ankh slowly descended onto the floor, looked at Lunar and drew his sword, causing a reaction in Lunar causing him to do the same, as the two men looked at each other and prepared for battle. The battle that could change everything...
