The Big Four: RotBTD Prologue

The Big Four: Rise of the Brave Tangled Dragons

Prologue



     “D’aahhh!” A man’s scream of anger echoed off the walls of an underground kingdom. Hatred raced through his black veins and deep shadows crossed his narrow face. His face became hard and his golden eyes sparked in fury. Humiliation tore at his cold heart and his jagged, crooked teeth ground together. He yanked at his raven black hair until he could contain his fury no longer. His rough hands grabbed the closest object a dark, steel black cage, and threw it into a wall with a force so great it collided with the dilapidated wall and shattered into black sand.
     The brick walls seemed to close in on him, reminding him of the centuries he had hidden behind them. His nostrils flared and he pressed his hands against the wall beside him, the rough bricks forming indentations into his grey hands. He closed his golden eyes and silence echoed off the walls, the cages, the deep shadows and the ground. Slowly he opened his bright eyes and released the wall from his clutches. He walked away from the wall, his thin, jet black robe dragging on the chiseled ground behind him. His head remained bowed as he walked into the shadows and disappeared.
     He had been betrayed, abandoned and left to rot in the shadows once again. His own fear betrayed him, making him weaker than he already had become. His anger returned and he came out of the shadows. Failure ripped at his skin. He appeared in a different section of his gloomy kingdom. Before him was a small black globe. He slowly walked around it, his eyes watching the millions of flickering lights. Every single one of those dots burned his eyes and infuriated him more. Oh how he loathed those lights, each reminding him of his failure. He had loved it when he could glance at that black globe and see only a few flickering lights, instead of millions.
     At that moment, a thin beam of moonlight peeked through a crack and shown down on his shoulder. His golden eyes narrowed, his nostrils flared and what would be his eyebrows pulled together. His mouth opened and a snarl formed in the back of his throat. His shoulders straightened and his grey hands formed ridged fists, his knuckles turning bone white.
     “How dare you!?” He yelled, his low, ragged voice echoing off the walls. “Old friend, you will pay for what you have done to me!” He screamed up at the crack off in the distance. “I will come back, and when I do; the guardians will wish they had never been born! And I will get Jack Frost and all of his friends, if it’s the last thing I do!” The Nightmare King disappeared into the shadows.