Date: Sat, 15 Nov 2003 17:34:36 +1300
From: arthur <rochopa@xtra.co.nz>
Subject: White Dragon part 1 /SiFi/gay

					WHITE DRAGON

					Part One
					
					By Arthur


Authors Note:

All the usual restrictions apply to the reading of this story persuant to
your location.  The story contains sexual content of a gay nature and is
intended for readers of the age of consent for your location.  All
characters are ficticious and bear no resembalance to anyone living or
dead. The story is the copyright of the Author and may not be reproduced
without his express permission.


			THE KISS


The world had descended into a dark chaos of war, famine and
misery. Nowhere was safe for the peasantry or for that matter, the
nobility, in these times of hardship. Dire stories of wizards and ghosts
ran rampant over the desecrated land as the farmers, shop keepers and
herders tried to eke out a living from the torment around them.

Only a few lucky souls moved about the land without fear or dread but it
was said they were the makers of the misery that dragged the souls from
mortal man. Once great forrests of mighty Oak and Elm stood proud over the
land but now there were only burnt stumps and the choking dead ash stirred
up from careless footsteps to remind people of what had once been.

Bragill turned for the last time to view the ravaged land and with a heavy
sigh, faced back toward the forebidding maw of the dark cave. The
surrounding grey rock face held little attraction to the dark haired 15
year old but he knew that this was his time. If he was not successful this
year then he would be reduced to a commoner, never to be called again by
the Seer's of the Dragon.

Most boys that were chosen recieved their kiss at the age of 13 or 14 years
but for some unknown reason Bragill had never been one of the chosen. His
mentor, Galland, had called him at an early hour to make this last try at
finding his Krou, his Familiar, his Protector.

At the occassion of the Emergence, the barren rocky area outside the gaping
hole at the entrance to the cave, would be a tumult of young voices showing
gleeful anticipation at finding their Krou. Today Bragill stood alone on
the side of the mountain except for his mentor, whose hand rested on
Bragill's shoulder with a tenderness not normally known in this land of
death.

Through the thoughts of despair Bragill heard the soft rasping words of
Galland as he directed Bragill to the gaping mouth of darkness before him.

"Do not forget 'The Way', follow my teachings and you will come to no
harm. Bragill, my boy, you are destined for something great in this time of
misery, be patient and follow 'The Way'."

"Yes Mentor, but I do worry, this is my last time, what happens if he is
not there for me?"

"You know the answer to that my boy, but have heart, he is there, waiting
for the right boy to come."

Yes Bragill knew what would happen, his mind would be swept clean of all
the knowledge given to him by his Mentor and he would be reduced to serving
some Lord or Master on the land as a serf, or worse as a carrier of weapons
to be chopped down by an enemy on some blood soaked field before he reached
his full adulthood.

At the school of learning he was often the butt of the other boy's jibes,
his dark hair made him different and his totally hairless body, even after
he was able to give his man juice, was always good for a laugh with all the
redheaded boys.

It was well known that only those with the hair of fire could attain a
Krou, for Bragill and his dark hair, they saw only a lost cause. Never in
the history of the 'Emerging' had a Krou accepted any boy who was not of
the hair of fire.

A gentle pressure on his shoulder told Bragill that the time was here, he
began to move towards the cave mouth with hesitant steps, the last words of
his Mentor still clear in his ears.

"Remember and trust 'The Way' my boy."

With trepadtion Bragill walked towards the open cavernous mouth before him,
its ragged edges like the fangs of a hungry beast, ready to snap shut on
any unbeliever and swallow him forever into the depths and bowels of the
earth.

Bragill took the twenty steps reqired of him and when he halted he was
surrounded by total darkness with not even the light of the morning sun
penetrating the darkness around him. In the far off distance a small spark
of blue light shone high up on what Bragill assumed was the roof of the
cavern. No sounds penetrated the darkness and underfoot he could feel a
strange warmth eminating from the stone floor as he stood in solitary
wonder.

As he had been instructed, Bragill knelt and lowered his head until it was
resting on the hard stone floor, the unearthly warmth almost a comfort on
his brow. Bragill had been trained over the last four years to go without
food, drink or sleep for long periods in readiness for this mooment. It was
a known fact that the Emergence could take one day or ten days, no-one knew
for sure when he would recieve the kiss or if he would ever recieve it,
this was the way of the Krou. To accept a boy or reject him was at their
whim and no amount of beseeching would change that.

After a suitable time had passed, Bragill rose again and divested himself
of all his course clothing and once naked returned to his position of
suplication. The stone floor felt almost soothing on his bare skin as he
let his mind go to the chant of acceptance, the words issued forth as not
much more than a soft drone in the silence around him. Time passed as
Bragill chanted, hour after hour he kept it going until his body shook with
a need for sleep and the drone became a confused jumble.
 
Bragill knew that more than three days had passed as he could easily remain
awake and alert for that amount of time, so as the effects of a long
sleepless period overtook him it had to be well into the fourth
day. Nothing had moved in the cavern, no sound other than that which he had
made, no light apart from the blue twinkle far off at the end of the
cavern. Bragill felt his resolve begin to wander as his eyes gave into
their need, and, as they closed Bragill's body softly slumped to the warm
stone floor.

In the distance he could hear a strange crackling and then he was in the
depths of much needed sleep. Bragill's sleep was not the peaceful rest he
had needed, instead it was filled with dreams of war and destruction, the
desecration of the once beautiful lands and forrests. It was of horror and
bloodshed. It was as though Bragill was in the center of the mayhem and
slaughter but was viewing it from a position of height like an eagle
soaring above the land on the lookout for its next meal.

Below him the forrests burned in their agony as small stick like humans lay
waste to everything about them, be it man or beast. Deep within the heavy
black smoke of the dying forrests he spied a blue spark of light, growing
as it neared his lofty position.

In an instant all the destruction and death below him disappeared and he
was left in the blackness with only the blue light sparkling before his
eyes, the demise he had seen in his dream of so much wanton hate and death
had left Bragill's eyes overflowing with large tears of sorrow and
frustration at the pointless finality of it all.

The spark remained before his sleeping mind, shimmering and slowly growing
before the tearful boy and then with a bright flash, the light exploded
before Bragill's eyes. From the flash of light emerged a boy of about the
same age as Bragill, but in his dream the boy had the hair of fine straw,
his skin was like the white stones used to form the many statues for the
Barons and Lords of the land. The eyes of the figment were of the palest
lavender and he stood there just like Bragill, in total nakedness showing
he was also completely hairless.

The body was slim and had a sleek look about it but his skin was, to
Bragills sleep filled mind, unearthly. It shone with with a sparkle like a
thousand stars had buried themselves under the boys flesh, shimmering and
blinking as the flesh moved.

The slim translucent hand reached down for that of Bragill's and with an
effortless ease, lifted Bragill to his feet. The shimmering beauty of the
boy could now be seen in all his true glory as Bragill was pulled towards
him, until he was pressed close to the iluminated skin of the boy. A
stirring had begun in Bragills loins as he was pulled closer to the boy and
the pressure against his own groin told him the the figure was feeling the
same closeness.

Bragill had never had dreams of boys, nor girls for that matter, in all his
last four years his time had been taken up with the need to learn what his
Mentor had set him, so apart from his own manipulations, he had not often
needed a release. The figure smiled down at him and with a tenderness
Bragill had never felt before, the boy began to lower his body to the floor
of the cavern, which had miraculously now become the softest down which his
back sank deep into. The alabaster boy lowered himself down until he was
laying on top of Bragill and with a gentle pressure placed his soft lips
over Bragills panting mouth. The kiss was soft and tender at first but
within seconds it was harder and deeper as the figures tongue asked for
entrance.

Bragill knew that 'The Way' was never a set of rules, the Emergence took
many forms and no two were ever the same, this however was a surprise to
Bragill, to have another boy, albeit a dream boy, wanting to kiss him in
such a mannerwas most unexpected. His own rising heat took over Bragills
mind and he began to return the kiss of the boy, finding it quite to his
liking as the kiss continued on for untold ages.

Bragill was under the spell of the dream boy and although he was aware of
something else going on with their bodies he was not prepared for the sharp
pain of entry as the boy thrust himself deeply into Bragills body until
their groins were married to each other and the jerking spasms of the dream
boys body told Bragill of some monentous event taking place.

The pulsing deep inside his own body seemed to spread like fire through his
soul as the boy held him in a clasp of passion and release. Bragill was not
aware of his own man juice spilling out over his own flesh as the boy
continued his giving.

Time stood still as the two dream bodies came to their final spasm and with
a look deeper than any ocean, the boy lifted from Bragill's satiated body
and with the movement of a coiling reptile, pulled Bragills body to him and
surrounded it in warmth and protection.

Still in his dream state, Bragill looked at the boy coiled around him and
with a small gasping voice asked the apperation.

"Who are you?"

"I am Gremen."

"Are you my Krou?"

"Yes."

"But...but..you are but a boy?"

"For the Emergence I am a boy, but I am also much more than a boy."

"What we just did, what does it mean?"

"It means our souls are now joined as one, should I die then you will die,
should I allow you to die, then I shall die, we are one, always and
forever."

"But I thought the Krou were Dragons."

"I am, and then I am not, I will be for you what ever you wish me to be,
but only when we are alone. At first light on the morrow you will see the
truth of me as others will see me."

"There is so much that I was not taught."

"There is still much for you to learn Preador, but that is why I am here,
we will learn together."

"What did you call me?"

"Preador."

"But that is not my name."

"It is now, you will forever be known by others as Preador, the holder of
the claw."

"What claw?"

"On the morrow Praedor, you will see, now sleep in my restfull clasp and on
the morrow all will be revealed to you."

Without further thought Bragill returned to his state of exhaustion as the
sights and sounds of his dream faded into his memory. The fulfillment in
his body gave off an internal heat like that of the stone floor and his
mind relaxed into its restful, dreamless state.

As alertness overtook Bragill's senses he realised that his dream had been
one of exploration and wonder but now the coldness of the stone floor was
seeping into his hip and shoulder where they made contact with his
skin. The rest of his body was surrounded in warmth a comfort as though
covered with the softest down coverlet, and as he stirred to pen his now
rested eyes he had a feeling that all was not as it had been when he first
dropped into his broken sleep.

Something warm and hard was surrounding him and as he stretched away the
tightness of sleep his eyes went down his bare chest until they rested on
the large white talon clasped over his chest. It had four claws, three were
of the same opaque whiteness but the fourth was a vibrant pulsing crystal
with a inner light that drew the eye deeply into it.

In his mind Bragill heard a voice.

"Ahhh Praedor, you awaken, I have a gift for you, take hold of the crystal
claw and withdraw it from my talon."

"I can't do that, it will hurt you."

"My Praedor, nothing you could do to me will ever hurt me, the claw is
there for you, that is why it was formed, now only you, the Preador can
withdraw it, should anyother attempt it they would die a horrible death of
fire and ash. Now my one soul, take my claw, it is yours by right."

Bragill reached for the crystal claw and with shaking hand began to pull
gently on it. To his surprise it slid out freely and as the last of it
appeared, the place it had been healed over quickly until there was no sign
it had been there.

Bragill looked down at the claw and saw that at its blunted end it was
shaped like the handle of a knife and fitted his hand as though made for
him.

"What do I do with it Gremen?"

"Lay it along your forearm and with your mind imagine it to be a part of
you."

Bragill followed the instructions and in seconds to his amazed eyes the
claw shimmered and then sank into his flesh to merge with his own body
leaving only a faint glimmer under the skin to show it had ever been real.

"Wha....what do I do with it?"

"What ever is needed, find a picture in your mind of a long sword."

Bragill did as he was bade and in an instant he was holding a long sharp
crystal sabre in his hand, its edge bright and sharp, the haft was moulded
into his hand and as he moved it back and forth he realised that he could
not feel any weight to it but whtever movement he thought of the crystal
sword follwed, even though he had no training in weapons.

Amazed, Bragill turned towards his new friend and for the first time saw
his Gremen in his true form. He was large, no, very large, perhaps ten
meters from horned head to spade tail, his scales were of the irridescent
white of Gremen's boy skim and the eyes that looked back at him with
amusement were still the same pale lavender. On his back were a pair of
folded wings, each section of the wing was tipped with a large claw as were
the long talons of his four feet. Laying on his side where he had stayed to
protect Bragill duriong his sleep, Gremen was still taller than the boy who
stood looking at him.

"Well my Praedor, is this more what you were in expectation of?"

"Gremen...Gremen, you are beautiful but so big."

"I have to be bigger than the other Dragons, I am Goron, that is why you
are Praedor."

"Goron? what is Goron?"

"I am the prince of the Dragons, there is only one born every two centuries
as is a Praedor like yourself."

"What do we do now?"

"We must go to bury your Mentor, he waits for us at the entrance."

"Bury Galland, why, he could not have died in only a few days."

"It has been more than a few days, and as he was your Mentor he could not
partake of any sustenance once you enetered this cavern. He knew it was to
be his end, it is 'The Way'."

"How long has it been, it seemed like only a week or so?"

"It has been five passings of the moon since you entered to await for me."

"Five months, why am I not hungry or thirsty?"

"You were sustained by the cavern and by my soul as you slept."

"Are we truly so close that you could feed me in such a manner?"

"Yes as it will always be, you will never need to take sustainence from
this time onward, the claw will provide you all you need, that is what I
meant by one dying, both die, without your soul I can not live, that is the
covenant of protection."

"Thank you Gremen, then lets do honour to Galland."

Gremen rolled onto his stomach, still in a crouch and lowered one mighty
wing towards Bragill.

"Come Praedor, there is no need for you to walk, sit between my wings, you
will find it comfortable there, it was made for your seat."

Bragill did as he was asked and he found that while the wings looked to be
gossomer thin they in fact had a strength of steel as he stepped up on them
and then seated himself, still naked, between them at the base of Gremens
neck. Gtremen stood to his full height and Bragill looked down in the
darkness to just make out the outline of the huge talons below him as
gremen took his first steps towards the entrance.


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