Truth: A Dragon's Magic

Barak was taken aback by the heated wisps seeping out of the Dragon's mouth and nose. “Ahh… ahh” The God stuttered for a moment as he gathered his thoughts. “It must have been some wild beast that did the killing.”   Barak was now quite concerned by the Dragon. Besides the smoke, The God could detect that Kalos possessed much [GA] and magic potential. Until that day, GA and magic were only things that the Gods possessed. Barak wondered just how much power the Dragon may have. He then softened his speech and employed all the charm he could muster.   “You know we all love you and Kellium, you must know it could not have been one of us.”   Kalos knew no such thing. Flames, at least a pace in length, shot out of his mouth.   “By my love of The Other” Barak continued, his cocky attitude now completely gone, “Kalos, I swear this is [The Truth].” Kalos, though consumed with grief from the loss of his sister, Kellium, and his unborn children, could not believe Barak, even though Barak was a God. The fire in his belly grew stronger. He knew that Siberlee and the other Gods would take what Barak had said as The Truth, and he had no way to prove otherwise. With this epiphany, the burning in his innards became volcanic in intensity. He somehow knew what Barak was saying was untrue. But all would believe Barak. It was at that moment Kalos decided to discover a way that the truth could always be known and proven, even if that proof were discovered at some future time. The Dragon then thought of Kellium’s body back in his lair. He knew with time it would soon become nothing more than bones... and then the truth may never become known. An idea then came to him. Some surmise it was The One One who placed it in his mind. An Idea that would one day become what we now know as Kellium Ink.