Ouroboros
Awaken of Zencada
Somewhere deep deep inside a distant galaxy a world exists.
This world is already someway along its own evolutionary path existing to survive.
The people follow their own destinies as they see fit guided only by their unyielding
passion to save their dying sun from burning itself to the point of oblivion.
This world was not ready for that day!
A blinding light enveloped the space between heaven and earth
a noise like the very core of the world had been mortally wounded,
they had arrived.
Hell bent on raping this world for its resources
and enslaving the people and bending them to their will.
However, the future time from whence they travelled played a cruel trick.
This world was a different time but not a different place,
but was in fact their own distant past.
So fate had thrown a vicious twist
and had laid the game out to see who would win.
Each day, was the same as the day past and the day to come.
Blood and sweat spilled life forcing dwindling little by little until the time had come
and the oppressed said NO and forced the game to change.
The boy, Gun Taon,
bruised and bleeding gathered his strength and set forth.
He needed to find out if the mythical dragon,
Zencada really existed anywhere other than the books of history.
Millennia passed rulers came and rulers fell but Zencada remained at blissful rest,
however the sense of an eternally deep lost connection stirred within the dragon
as Gun Taon drew nearer to her sacred place of rest.
Zencada began to stir,
and could not ignore the unending drive from deep within to rise up and face the boy.
Together joined by a single purpose, souls entwined they battled hard.
The dragon’s almost godly place in the history of the future
drove home the inescapable truth
that the invaders stood face to face with their own distant past
the only way for the future to survive was to protect the past!
