So, I couldn't help myself. This was a good region to make a story on. And it's my second longest chapter, but not really since it's a prologue! And I'm just making it longer with this author's note rant thing. Anyways, I just wanted to branch out a bit, because I keep coming back to two things: Percy Jackson and my Jack Edition idea. I branched out on one of those ideas! Hooray! Hopefully you like this. Welcome to Power's Grasp! - Steven

Power's Grasp

Prologue: A New World

In a time long ago, there was a… mix-up, you could say. There were two worlds, never knowing the other existed, and certainly no one could cross between them. However, one special boy lived on one of those worlds, and he issued a prophecy that he would complete himself to save it from destruction. But he failed in his mission and the world was doomed. But a higher power had other plans. It transported this boy from his dying world to the other, perhaps as a means of redemption. It was a plan to further the destiny that had already been laid out, and to save this other world from the war that would ravage its lands. How this young boy would impact the war, no one knew how. Only time would tell…

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A young boy was sleeping in the depths of a cave, his back lying on the stone cold floor, shivering and sweating slightly. He had slept soundly at first, having no dreams. He haven't even known he got transported. He had no feeling of it. To him, he was still lying in his bed. But the surroundings begged to differ, if he had saw them. But once he had got himself teleported, images had slowly begun to creep into his mind, blurry and distant, a collage of pictures that didn't make any sense, until they sped up.

The images raced past him, showing him things that didn't make sense, but he could put together that they were all related to dragons. The images kept rushing by until two final images came to a screeching halt, one showing him five dragons and the other showing a scroll with some text written on it. He woke up, sitting straight up with a gasp. He ran his hand through his hair as he tried to process what he had just witnessed in his head. He had a look around at where he was, and he realized that he was in a little cave-house carved into a mountain at its summit. The place was simple, and it had all the basic necessities. He walked outside to have a look at his surroundings from up high when he heard a swooping of wings. Big ones.

The boy backed away as dragons flew upwards from the ground up, hundreds of them basking in the light and warmth of the morning sun. As he hid behind a large boulder, he now realized why he had seen those images. He was in a world of dragons. The dragons were of every shape, size and color. It seemed like a beautiful and peaceful place, not like what had happened at his world. He choked up at that, remembering how he had failed in saving his own world. With the memory fresh in his mind, he suddenly remembered the last two images he had seen in his mind before he had woke up.

He ran off back into the cave he had woken up in and tore up the place looking for some paper and a pencil. Something in the back of his mind told him he needed to both write and draw what he had seen. He was worried that if he didn't find anything to write with he would forget what he had saw, but the images didn't leave. They seemed to be trying to burn themselves into his memory forever. He finally found a bit of parchment and a pen topped with a feather along with an inkwell. He got himself settled before he started to draw, the pen whipping all over the paper, bits of ink flying everywhere. He was a pretty good artist after all, so this would be easy. Probably.

After a while, he finished his drawing and stepped back to look at his work. He had done a rough drawing of the image that he had saw, and what he had in front of him was five roughly drawn dragons in front of him. He realized that the image had not disappeared from his mind, but the image didn't have that much detail, as if it didn't want to spoil everything. He hit himself on the head. "Why won't you show me more?" he asked himself. Nothing happened. "Okay…" he thought. "What does this have to do with me?" He then was struck with a idea. The other image. Could it be… a prophecy? He grabbed another piece of parchment before his mind started to recite what had been written on that piece of paper like a mantra. Pretty soon he had the entire thing written down, and looking at it right away he could tell that it was indeed a prophecy.

He read it over, and again, trying to figure out all of its meanings. With the limited knowledge of this new world, he couldn't really understand any of it, but one thought surfaced in his mind as he stared at the prophecy. How would he tell the dragons? The place seemed peaceful, but the dragons could be hostile still. Besides, how would they react to a human? He doubted that any of them had ever seen a human before. They would see him as unusual and possibly dangerous. Heck, they might even have their own language!

He looked at it all, thoughtful. "I'll find some way." he told himself. "I won't let another world go to waste from war." With that, he grabbed a few supplies and a backpack he found in his little cave and headed out into the world, the two scrolls of the five dragons and the prophecy tucked into his belt. But as he left, another thought surfaced. "The prophecy could be way, way outside of my lifetime." he thought. He brushed the thought aside. He had more important things to do. If the prophecy was outside his lifetime, then he would cross that bridge when he came to it.

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That had been many, many years ago ever since he woke up here. The worry that the prophecy was outside his lifetime had disappeared, ever since maybe five years or so after he had entered this new world he found out he was immortal. He couldn't die. He had many close calls, at least for a mortal. Nothing could kill him. He could get injured, but no fatal injury could ever kill him. With that in mind for many, many years, he took more risks, studying everything he could find on the dragons. He had realized that the world had changed one day when he realized the dragons had left the area around the mountain. It had become unused, with its only inhabitant being himself. It just served as a reminder to him of how everyone was so friendly with each other so long ago.

With unlimited time on his hands, he had quickly learned all the languages of each tribe that had been made before each tribe left for different lands on the land of Pyrrhia. He journeyed far and wide, stealthily finding each of the tribe's kingdoms. With his knowledge of each language, he could now understand any conversation he overhear no matter what. He had to find out what each tribe was called, so that he could make some assumptions on the prophecy. Armed with the knowledge he collected, he found out the names of all the tribes, and he could now understand who was destined to be the five dragons that would complete the prophecy someday.

His immortality had also granted him god-like powers, so he decided on a way to tell every dragon about the prophecy. He walked outside of his house, like every other day and took in the scenery that he saw on his first day. As he stared out at the rising sun, he closed his eyes and concentrated. Clouds started to gather overhead, but they didn't signal a storm. These clouds were still bright white, so it seemed more like the sky was knitting the clouds together to make a whole new landscape. Dragons all over Pyrrhia were taking notice of the sky, and many had stopped what they were doing all together to look up at point at the sky, alerting others to the incredible phenomenon that was taking place.

Back at the mountain, the boy was concentrating as hard as he could, creating the landscape of clouds above. He was starting to run low of power, but he kept going, pushing himself to his limits before he finally finished his work. He stumbled and fell on his back as he stared up at the sky. He had made a entire landscape out of clouds, and he wasn't even half done. He concentrated once more before his body teleported, along with every dragon in Pyrrhia. As the dragons all teleported into the clouds, many realized that they weren't falling. They were standing on clouds. What kind of magic was working here, no one knew. There were a few special dragons known as animus, who had incredible magic powers at a price. But no known animus could do something even remotely like this, and even if they could, it would have had massive repercussions.

As many dragons looked around in wonder at this new land, a voice spoke from behind the clouds, seeming disembodied since no one was there. "Greetings dragons of Pyrrhia." the voice said. "You do not know me, but I know you. I have been here for a very, very long time, watching, studying, waiting for the time that I could finally speak to you all." A round of questions went up at that, and the voice went silent. One dragon from the crowd. It was one of the SeaWings, the deep blue dragons that made the sea their home. "Stop this! This… person obviously won't answer any of our questions if we just shout at him! For once let's just all get along and hear him out!" "Indeed. I like you already, and I don't even know you." the voice called out as the shouting died down. A gust of wind swept over the SeaWing that had spoke out, and to him it seemed like the voice, even though there was no one visible, it seemed to be studying him. "Where are you?" the SeaWing asked. "You will see in time." the voice replied mysteriously.

"Now, why I had brought you all here today was to tell you all what destiny has put in place for this world." the voice continued. "A prophecy." Quiet and urgent whispers were told to one another as the voice paused, perhaps to let it all sink in. "Now where is it?" the voice muttered to himself, apparently suddenly unaware that about a few thousand dragons were hanging onto everything he was saying, wanting to find out what the heck was going on. "Ah, here it is!" the voice finally said. "This is the prophecy."

"When the war has lasted after five years

Remember these lines and open your ears

For this is your only choice of salvation

To put your faith in five young dragons.

Brown egg the color of dragon's blood

Sea's daughter will bring forth the flood

Sky's wings will fall but colors will flow

Starry nights will then take flight and control.

Night and sand will make the war quell

Ice is in her blood as well

Five catalysts to set things right

Born on the brightest night.

When three contenders for the SandWing throne

Battle for their right to shine forevermore

Wings of fire will choose a fourth

Bringing prosperity, wealth and growth.

Two will die and one will learn

She must bow to a fate far greater than her

Once she does the war is won

The dragons have finally fulfilled their job.

False dragons will try and take the role

Destruction and carnage through second prophecy's hold

Five dragons will be born to end the fight

Soar and live forevermore in the skies.

Many will die but can they still prevail

To journey and find the holy grail

Five dragons will be born to end the war

One will help to save this world."

The voice finished, and silence rang loudly through the crowd. That continued, which was probably because everyone was trying to process what the prophecy was trying to say. Finally, one dragon from the crowd asked, "What does it mean?" "I cannot tell. Besides, what is the point of a prophecy when you know what it means?" the voice replied. "Good point." one dragon muttered in the front. "Someday, five years from now, remember my words and answer the call. Pyrrhia will then be saved in time. Farewell." With that, he concentrated once more and everyone was sent back to their everyday lives. He ended up lying down back at the mountain, exhausted from how much power he had expended.

He got up and went to get a drink of water. As he sipped from a makeshift cup, he realized something. If a war was indeed coming, then we would need info on what was to come. He would need info on all seven tribes's doings. He couldn't do that by himself. He would need helpers, informants, at least one dragon from each tribe to tell him what was going on. He sighed as he started to pack his things. "This is going to suck." he thought as he headed out. "But it's necessary for this world's survival." With that, he headed out to get himself some informants, and of course with his location he headed off to the nearest kingdom, home of the SkyWings.

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It had been twenty years since then, and he had indeed gotten himself one informant from each tribe. However, it seemed that his prophecy had left the dragons's minds, and instead had been replaced by another prophecy given out by some wannabe NightWing. That angered him greatly, because when he issued his own prophecy, it had went unanswered for eight years, which invalidated the fact the five dragons should have been born five years into the war. His NightWing informant had told him that this particular NightWing was named Morrowseer, and that he overheard that he had done just for the sake of his tribe.

The Talons of Peace were born, where five dragons were tasked with bringing in the eggs once it was time. His informants had delivered their names and the info of which tribe that they hailed from to him, and learned that many dragons had defected from their own tribes to work for Morrowseer to complete the prophecy. Now, he respected that, but they should have working on completing his prophecy, although he did notice that a few things in Morrowseer's prophecy were the same in his. Perhaps he did have a bit of insight into the future, but he definitely made up the rest.

He didn't like how his prophecy got replaced, but at least it would still get fulfilled, even if it was fifteen years later. He watched as one by one, the eggs of the five dragons were brought to a secret hideout underneath a mountain, which was literally next to where he lived and also smack in the middle of Pyrrhia, were once upon a time all dragons lived together peacefully. He missed those times. The first three eggs came fine, but after that it got a bit hectic. One of the guardians, a MudWing who was also the aunt of the MudWing in the prophecy got caught in a fight between Blaze and Blister's forces while delivering the MudWing egg. She brought it back, but she died of her injuries shortly after.

Another guardian, an IceWing also died when he was caught by Burn while he stole the SkyWing egg that was in the "prophecy". The SkyWing egg cracked as well once Burn tossed it off a cliff. To the guardians, it was a failure of trying to follow the criteria of the prophecy, especially when the SeaWing guardian went to get a replacement egg and brought back a RainWing egg. He watched both of these incidents, and he wanted to jump down from his perch and start to rant about how Morrowseer was lying scum, but that would blow his cover. He had to reveal himself to almost no one.

So he just watched each of the eggs hatched, and he looked at how each of them acted and realized some things, aided by his trusty dragon journal. He had made it himself after journeying through the different kingdoms and studying all the dragons. If he was correct, (Which he probably was) the MudWing was a Bigwings, which was kinda the oldest and biggest dragon of a group of brothers and sisters for MudWings. He had found out from his SeaWing informant that the SeaWing egg was stolen from the royal hatcheries, so she was probably a heir to the SeaWing throne.

The Rainwing egg replacement could be heir to the Rainwing throne as well according to his RainWing informant. Also, since the NightWing egg wasn't born under the moons, that dragon didn't have any special NightWing powers like seeing into the future and mind reading. They were born under a mountain after all. But the SandWing egg would be a very interesting topic if he was right. His SandWing informant could only get the info that the person who got the SandWing egg had a bounty on his head, placed by Thorn, another SandWing. So he had traced the family tree, or at least as much as he could. Along with some rumors and some of his own knowledge, it seemed that his prophecy had gotten the SandWing egg's lineage perfectly. She could be a SandWing and NightWing hybrid with IceWing ancestors. Very interesting. As he watched the last egg hatch, he started to walk away.

As he did, he did overhear what they would name each dragon, and he smiled. "Not bad." he thought. Once he walked out, he looked at the fading sunlight. He then pulled out two rolls of parchment from his belt. He opened up the first. It was the real prophecy, from when he had first written it. He had used his godly powers to preserve it, and the other piece of parchment, just to remind him of what had happened that day. He put the prophecy back into his belt before he unrolled the other piece of parchment. It was the drawing. After he had studied the dragons for so long, he had used that and his artistic sense to draw the five of them. He thought he did pretty well. It was an accurate representation. His fingers dragged over the picture, lingering on the parchment before he put it away and stared up to the sky. "And so it begins." he said. With that, he snapped his fingers and teleported away.

So, for one I just got into this so I might get things wrong. Sorry. Also, I decided to throw in a TL;DR line. Line breaks, crap ton of paragraphs and prophecies. And another world that won't matter at all. Hooray! Thanks for anyone who reads this and please answer the poll on my profile. Also, this will be the last new book I will write in a long, long time. Juggling eight books is hard, but I couldn't help myself. And now I'm back to another long rant. Damn. Also, I decided to put some stories on hiatus. Sorry, but it is too much to handle. I'll come back to them sometime. I promise. Bye everyone! - Steven