The Nomad Chronicles

I am on a dragon's mountain on another planet. I meet Xaphor outside. He is in dragon-man form. He is wearing a grey and gold robe. We bow. I am wearing something very similar.

"I ask you one last time, are you sure you want to do this, brother?"

I nod my head solemnly. I feel my soul growling with a dubstep beat emanating from the center of my being, as I walk down a stark wide mountain ledge. There is a large arch in the distance. Though the arch is natural, ornate carvings cover it. Michael and Koomo are each holding a torch. They bow to me as I pass, and I return their bows. I continue on my path, and enter the hollow mountain. I walk to the edge of a ledge. Beneath me is a great abyss.

One of Xaphor's kin, the guardian-priest of the mountain bows to me. I return the bow, and morph into a dragon-man. I am grey with green and lavender undertones. The priest flings his head back, closes his eyes, and spreads his arms. The mountain rumbles and shakes.

Light appears beneath us, a pane of light bubbling up from below. It moves up, slowly at first, then explodes, filling the whole cavern with light. A column of white-hot red energy shoots up the center of the chasm.

I tear my robes off, and roar. I focus all my energy on my chakras, then, my chest and third eye chakras. Two energy balls come out of me, and form one, then two, then six, 8, ten, 12, 24 energy balls, until it forms a copy of me, looking ghostlike.

The image of me floats into the beam of light, and screams. Flesh forms around the energy. Wings burst out from him, and the energy beam fades. He floats down on to the ground. I also have wings now.

"You live forever in dreams, even when I am awake. You are half my energy."

"And half your sentience. I have my own sentience, and free will. It is as you wish."

"It is."

We bow. He sneers at me, and bumps my shoulder as he walks past me to leave the mountain. I grab his tail and swing him around. We battle for what seems like centuries. Civilizations rise and fall around us. We battle for what seems like eons. The continents move, and we leap across oceans, swinging great war hammers, two gods vying for power.

"Why did I create you?"

"To live forever on the dream plane!"

"And why do we battle?"

"For the sheer joy. Also, you are testing me to see we are equal."

I pounce upon him, and end up standing on him with my spear at his throat. We are two ugly grey demons.

"You win."

"Yes, because I have real experience."

"I still maintain my own sentience."

"Yes, you do."

"And, with that, I am off to explore the dream plane!"

My other self takes off into the universe.

"So, what the hell do I call myself?"

"Nostrange? Nocraze- No... aw fuck it."

I proclaim myself Nocraze Fukkit!!!"