(Page 1 of 4) Dragon Blood Chronicles: Chapter 1 Part D by Benjamin SotoSUMMARY: Long ago after the birth of the universe the Dragon Gods and the Goddesses of the Tiger fought many epic battles for control. Some were good. Some were evil. All died and all would eventually be reincarnated to usher in a new era for a changing world.
Loud silence showered the young Seth Vullan as he stood in the garden of the Great Temple Rasa. A monk younger than he, bald, and dressed in traditional blue robes had escorted the warrior to this spot after having camped outside the great temple doors for days. The temple itself was in shabby condition with gray stones making up a structure eroded by centuries of nature pounding away.
This sanctuary would seem lifeless if it were not for the lush shades of green vegetation that the garden lovingly offered. By design or fluke, the garden itself was literally the center of this sacred land breathing existence into the temple with the circular patch of grassy field that held an abundant rainbow of flowers.
Seth looked to his left and right to notice four large statues of sages long gone but whose teachings still lived on in the monks that inhabited the temple. Thick green vines wrapped around the statues hugging them as a python would its prey, and Seth simply looked to the faces of the ancient sages. The faces were worn and seemed older than the temple itself. They were "all knowing" yet held the same intense look of curiosity one would expect on the face of a four-year-old child. The faces of the sages caused the left side of Seth's mouth to rise in an amusing grin.
Years of training and endless combat brought Seth to this place. His long brown hair wrapped around the right side of his neck and rested upon the breastplate of his gray armor. Unconsciously his right hand held onto the handle of his sword that over time seemed to have become a part of his left hip, and his left land lay on top of the right. Though his heart and soul may not have been up for an attack his body was always ready for such an event.
The weary warrior looked overhead to notice the sun directly above him and that a single cloud floated by solitary in the endlessness that was the deep blue sky. The smells of earthly items brought his attention back to the garden as the aroma of flowers soothed the senses in his nose greatly contrasting the smell of bloodied corpses he had seen on the field of battle.
He looked down upon the flowers examining them more closely than previously done. On a leaf of one of the flowers he noticed a ladybug resting comfortably, and inching its way along the side of the ladybug was a caterpillar. The sight caught his attention in a way that opened an avenue for clarity within the man. The two creatures before him were true to their nature and did as they should by living day to day. They pondered not over desires and simply lived in the now.
Then should not all things go by their nature? And if things know what nature to go by then they are born with that nature and should not change. But if the nature of a thing is to kill then is it not evil? Or is that thing simply doing as it should and are good and evil irrelevant opposites of the same thing? If that is true then why am I troubled by those I killed if my nature was that of a warrior in battle? The thoughts flowed through Seth's mind until an elder monk made his presence in the garden known.
The monk stood old and wise with experience and hunched over with a large staff as his only means of protection against gravity.
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