CHAPTER 01 & 02: Just Another Day in the City...

1/1 - Dragon Punk #999 "Divine Corruption"

CHAPTER 01: Eon Drake The journey begins with a young dragon punk hero named Eon Agnidrake wandering the streets. His thoughts are cool and calm as he contemplates his next meal of the day. Fish? Fruit? Steak perhaps? As he pondered among which of his favorite restaurants he should visit, his eye was drawn to a captivating painting in the alley across the way. A beautiful painting of the Sun Goddess Elra Sol, the liberator of the dragon punks, was masterfully painted across the old bricks of the grimy alley. Eon had been this way many times and never noticed such a painting.As he approached the painting and examined it closer, he notices an unusual sparkle emanating through one of the old bricks. A subtle glow shining through the old grungy mortar. His natural instinct and lust for gold made it impossible for him to resist. He pulled out his knife and skillfully removed the brick from the wall. To his surprise, the brick disintegrated in his hands revealing a shiny gold time piece. A mysterious object that looked like nothing he had ever seen. What could this be? he thought. Eon quickly tucked the time piece into his black leather jacket and scanned his environment for any onlookers as he knew he had just discovered something mysterious and valuable.  He casually went about his way, his stomach grumbling, as he quickly shifted his focus toward his next meal.Later that day after enjoying his favorite meal, Eon found himself wandering the streets. His thoughts are cool and calm as he contemplates his next meal of the day. Fish? Fruit? Steak perhaps? Wait a minute, I was just here, he thought. He looked over at the painting across the way, he saw the shiny brick and removed it just like before. Only this time the brick disintegrated and left nothing behind. He quickly checked his pockets for the mysterious object and sighed with relief as he removed it to look at it more closely. What is happening? What is this thing? he looked more closely at the old elegant engravings on the back. "Those who master time, master the secrets of the universe." Next to that, in what looked like more rudimentary engravings it said "BEWARE time distortion". What is going on with this thing? he thought. Eon looked around and hypothesized that the object had somehow made him time travel to the moment just before he found the timepiece.A rush of excitement flowed over him, he raced home to examine the object more closely. Little did he know the journey he was about to go on would change his life forever.

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The roar of Firelord Rex was incomprehensible. It shook the ground and moved mountains. The walls started to collapse and crumble. Eon ran for his life as the raging dragon pursued him. "I might as well make this worth my while," he thought. Eon grasped at every gold coin he could easily get his hands on as he raced through the lair, magma rocks crashing all around him as Firelord Rex unleashed his fury. 

Will Eon escape the wrath of Firelord Rex? CHAPTER 02: Just Another Day in the City It was an ordinary hot summer night in Paradise Valley. Dragons walked the streets and went about their business. Many were just clocking out at the shipyard, ready to knock back a beer. Another long day was coming to an end.

Nova Drake was a young and vibrant dragon, full of dreams and aspirations. She was walking home after an evening acting class when she noticed a strange shimmer across the street. A mural she had passed countless times was glowing, as if coming alive off the old red brick wall it was painted on.

It was a beautiful depiction of the Sun Goddess—Elra Sol. All dragons admired her courage and bravery. She had been the only one on the High Dragon Council to rebel against their demands. While the council demanded obedience, order, and strict rule following, Elra Sol believed in freedom and following ones dreams. She saw the beauty in hard lessons and believed that every dragon must discover their own purpose and destiny.

Now, the mural shimmered like a hologram, casting golden light that danced across the alley. The ground was vibrating intensely. A strange hum and high-pitched ringing filled the air. Nova’s eyes welled with emotion. A tear rolled down her cheek as she remembered Elra’s story.

Then, something impossible happened.

The tear lifted gently off her face and floated toward the wall. Nova reached for it in disbelief, but it splashed against the bricks like a raindrop. She looked down at her hands. They were vibrating, phasing like static. Panic surged through her as she looked around and saw her reality collapsing around her.

The ground trembled. Distant buildings collapsed into nothingness. A deafening ring shattered her thoughts. Nova fell to her knees, overwhelmed.

“Someone help me! Please—make it stop!” she cried.

But nothing stopped. The fabric of her world was tearing apart. Walls shook until they disappeared. Buildings flickered and vanished. In only a matter of seconds, all that remained was the blackness.

Nova looked up at the mural—still glowing, still whole. It was the last thing she saw before closing her eyes. She accepted death. There was no surviving what she had just witnessed. The glowing mural began to fade and disintegrate.

Then—silence.

A deep and peaceful calm surrounded her. The fear was no more. She opened her eyes.

What she saw was beyond her comprehension.

"Am I dreaming?" she whispered... "Am I... dead?"

She looked around, her eyes darting through the black space. "What is this place? Where am I?"

She stood in a void—vast, dark, infinite. No ground, no sky, no stars. Just endless nothingness. And yet, she felt her feet planted as if the earth still held her.

She took a cautious step forward. Then another. Her movement made no sound, no ripple. She began to walk faster, her heart pounding. Then she ran. Sprinting with everything she had.

But she didn’t move. No matter how fast she pushed, she remained in the same endless space.

Panic began to claw its way back. Her breath came in shallow bursts. “Hello?” she cried out again.

Nothing.

Not even an echo. Just the deafening silence of the void.

She dropped to her knees, her hands clenched in the darkness. Her eyes stung with tears. Her thoughts spiraled—was she trapped in death? Was this some cosmic mistake? How could this happen? Why me?

She took a deep breath. Eon would know what to do... she thought.

She reached in her pocket and pulled out her phone. She opened her brother Eon's profile and tried to call him. No signal. No service. She texted him anyway....

"Eon help me!"

"I was looking at that famous painting when something terrible happened. Everything has disappeared."

"Please find me." She said.

She continued to stare hopeful at the blue light of the screen that a notification would come in, just a small spark of hope was all she needed. The screen went blank as her battery had finally run its coarse.

Trapped in darkness.

She was completely alone.

And her journey was only just beginning.

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