Fear the Darkness,

Embrace the Light,

Go beyond this Realm,

Stay inside.

Dragos live deep within the crystalline mountains of the Jestipeak country. For one could see the sunrise through the mountains. The light bathed the valleys and pastures with a radiant green. Though the mountains could be seen through, the caverns where the Dragos lived were far below the mountains and they hungered. 

Deep down the cavern walk, down past the earthen shell, a man walked clad in plate mail, he had a greatsword strapped to his back. The Dragos could be heard even from high above, its breath was that of birds chittering away. When it got roused in a hunting mood, it sounded like a great moving of screaming men desperate to get away from an engulfing fire. 

Dragos what a terrifying beast indeed.

    One may be asking themselves why this lone man was walking in the dark places of the world seeking this beast. There is only one answer: Revenge. 

    Miles Kinder had been a loyal dayus under his lord’s employ. A dayus is similar to that of a knight of medieval times, but instead is looked to be more of a consular rather than a fighter. Not to say that he cannot fight, but rather to say that he has not done so in a long while. For a dayus is often older and wiser. But for this journey, he tossed away his gathered wisdom and falls back to his younger days of violence. 

What prompted such a change? 

Nothing more than the loss of his first born son. A son that was a knight as well and had fought the Dragos the last time that the beast visited the surface. 

“Fear the Darkness!” is the battle cry of the knights.

“Embrace the Light!” is the answering cries of the dayus.

“Go beyond the Realm!” is what the Lord says.

“Stay Inside!” are what the peasants are supposed to say.

A small boy ventured forth during the past Dragos night raid and the son protect the peasant boy at the cost of his own life.

Miles was now deep under the mountain. searching for the beast that slew his son. The chittering stayed at the same volume, it was maddening. The old dayus sought after the beast with an equally maddening resolve. 

Down, down, down, deeper and deeper. 

The dayus went,

The chittering and chattering,

The mad despair,

The light from above,

Now seemed to be a distant dream,

Family dreams gone,

The Dragos is down farther and farther,

The Dragos sleeps after its meal,

The Dragos is never off guard.

The cavern far below and close to the core, the chittering was loudest. Miles saw his quarry, his target. It was climbing all over the walls. Its scales were constantly moving, never showing its true shape. 

“Dragos! I have come for you. Your hide will be mounted on my house to remind me of my son.” Miles bellowed his challenge and it did not go unnoticed, for Dragos turned its attention to him. It had no eyes, it had many mouths, and it moved along on six large legs.

The chittering stopped and silence sounded forgein and the Darkness was feared. 

“I fear the darkness,” Miles said, he took a sulfur torch from his pouch and with two strikes of flint rocks, the torch lit up the entire cavern shining a piercing light throughout the whole cave. The Light revealed hundreds of the Dragos, all of them were moving, all aware of his presence. Miles resolved faltered ever so slightly, but then again he knew that this was most likely a suicide mission. His voice dropped, but gained strength as his battle cry came out. “I embrace the Light!”

He pulled out his sword and charged the first one that he saw and slew the beast in a single stroke. But that was perhaps the last thing he ever did. The words of his Lord came to haunt him as the roar of the Dragos deafened him. “Go beyond this Realm.”