The Unconquered Son (a Exalted/worm OC fanfanfiction)

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The Unconquered Son​

Chapter one: The day I dreamed I was queen.​

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"Sifu, the enemy approaches, the traitor dragons march with an army of five hundred of their finest and scores of auxiliaries follow, what should we do?" The soft whisper of Qin Hsu came forth, the young student said, black hair bobbing slowly in the breeze as he looked forward to his master.



For all her practice and composure, Liu Jùn Jié stood still as she looked to the boy in front of her face, her young student a youth no older than his first century and a half, yet to truly face the horrors of the world. Now stuck with this fate. It was unfair.



"Savern, come forth. I have need of you" Liu Jùn Jié spoke, as calmly as her boiling blood allowed her to, in an instant the aged Dragon-blood appeared, in his regal robes he had always wore.



"you called, ma'am?" the older man spoke, bowing slightly as he faced the fury of the solar exalted before him, his face the unbreakable steel plate of determination it always had been, even in the ancient years when he had first met his master upon the battlefield.



"Your kin march upon us as a horde, you have done your final duty to me as my servant and evacuated the citizens and for that I thank you" Liu Jùn Jié nodded down to the man, himself on the unspoken order between the two, rose following the unspoken command before continuing.



"now I ask you, as my friend, do you stand with me. With my student, even if it would mean death, your name struck from the record of history as a traitor as mine certainly will"



"I am insulted ma'am," the elderly dragon-blooded's voice was near a hiss as he spoke. "that you would compare me to such filth. I have served you for three hundred years dutifully, and I will serve you unto eternity, if you would let me stand by your side" he finished. Voice levelling out to the familiar mirth and kindness she had known from him, in response to his speech, Liu Jùn Jié found her hand raising simply to her compatriot.



"I am no quicksilver falcon, no mediator, my hands have known no peace but the thrum of battle, I accept, Savern. I hope you die as well as you fight" Liu Jùn Jié said cheerfully, as her partner clasped her hand tightly, the dragon-blood, despite the centuries parting their age, looking with respect to each other for the long moments between them, a trickle of something more flashing for an instant before they were interrupted.



"You told me once Sifu, that the two greatest times in a person's life are their birth and..." Qin Hsu started, the young man cut off slowly as Liu turned to face him.



"And their death. I cannot ask this of someone so young, there is still time for you to leave, take of my personal reserves as much as you wish and flee" Liu Jùn Jié spoke, a soft melancholy rising in her voice as she looked to her student. Truly, to her he was too young. Barely a child forced into this horrible situation, she had known of his dalliances with the servant girl Yena, and that even if he himself did not know, she was with his child.



"Sifu, with all the respect I can give. I refuse, young I may be, but an exalt I still am, I would not live with myself if I was to abandon you now. I will fight." the finality in his voice spoke to a resolve that had not been there for near a century, no longer was he the crippled child Liu has bought from the farmer for a pittance, the withered arm by his side no longer the hindrance it once was.



"I turn away for a moment and you grow up, if you were my son I would strike you for the insolence to defy my expectations so utterly." she laughed, a hollow laugh that seemed to only exist to hide the tears that threatened to fall.



"Instead, I feel only pride, to have raised such a worthy man, take up your weapon then, Savern the black fist, Qin the dragon slayer. I do not know your feelings to matter, but I feel today shall be great" Liu laughed a mirthful laugh, raucous and proud as she reached out, feeling through the connection to her essence as her wrackstaff flew to her hand. Catching it swiftly.



It was the familiar rod she had used for the generations past; A solid rod of jade, fourteen feet long. Capped in the most auspicious and strong bronze that could be made in any land known, the fantastic and alien carvings that indented the near unbreakable jade staff were that of a swirling clouds in storm along the length of the weapon, gaps along various portions filled with red cinnabar that contrasted nicely with the milk coloured jade.



Looking to her side, Liu felt once more the swelling pride as she saw the happiness in the eyes of her companions as they readied, Savern donning his direchain in his familiar fashion, wrapped tightly around a single arm like the beads of prayer used by monks and Qin holding his longfang tightly, the tiniest presence of a shudder in the weapons length showing his apprehension.



Yet just as Liu felt she should order the boy at once to leave, to flee, to find a better life for himself then a sorry death for the old woman, she saw his hand steel to the shaking, lips drawn to a thin line as he rested the weapon for a second, placing his helmet atop his head, shaped like whorls of a sheep's wool carved into marble the cloud of the helmet matched to the armour, glimmering in his white and gold and browns of his lamellar, he contrasted sharply with Liu. herself dressing in her own armour, which, having been honed in a thousand battles, had drifted greatly from its first construction, intricate plates of interlocking metals, cycling between the golds of orichalcum and the silvers of moon metals, to the bronzes and iron blacks, her armour was a total peerless panoply. A shimmering beacon of excellency that marched forward to death with companions in tow.



The march had been swift, nary an ant had been left within the woman's grand keep, let alone horses or other creatures to ride, so the three marched. Crossing the great desert that had once a thousand years ago and would soon again been a coastline until the three found themselves barely a half kilometre from the enemy, a full army of dragon-blooded and their auxiliaries, just as had been told, from the simplest farmer wearing borrowed armour and wielding cheap weapons, to the great generals that stood at the front of the army, bedecked in the finest plate that Liu had seen, aside from the set she had beheld in the mirror before battle.



"you come here now; I will make offer this once. Leave, and there will be no blood, your sons and daughters will see you return. But if you stay, and truly I hope you do, I can only offer you death, quick and painful" Liu Jùn Jié roared, her voice carrying across the winds by her will, that even over the great distance she was heard clearly.



Stepping forward however, Liu Jùn Jié saw as a giant of a man, clearly dragon-blooded based on the gargantuan Grand Daiklaive that rested over his shoulder and scraped the ground with its tip. The man was dressed ostentatiously in draconic-themed armour. A great flaring kabuto-style helmet topping over intricate squared plates of metals and iron wood.



"The time of the celestial is done; this is nothing more than the transition of power. It falls to those of the earth to rule the earth, to retreat is to shame all that we hope to achieve" the man spoke, almost quietly as he looked to the twin figures of Liu Jùn Jié and Qin Hsu, yet the wave of power that emitted from the giant as he reached to lift the sword at his back the provocation all the duo needed as they charged forward with a shockwave of force behind them.



first into the fray.



Last to die.



And that is when he awoke as always.



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The dreams had been bothering Will for a while now.



Always the same dream, the betrayal and preparations to die, always the same woman that he became in that dreamscape that came effortlessly through the dream smoke, though he tried not to think heavily on the confused feelings it left him waking up with.



Opening his eyes in the morning, the darkness that permeated through the shutters left him stunned as he looked to the clock by his bed.



'4:00 AM' it read in simple block letters, even for the early morning, Will almost cried out.



The first day of school of the year and he was awake so early, his strange and awful dreams giving him not even the joy of sleeping in, as always, despite his best attempts, he could not bring himself back into the sandman's embrace, so he sluggishly rose, ready to shower and start his day, no matter how horribly early it was.