Rain

Chapter 9

Chapter 9

Crow stood, facing the large brown feathered dragon "oh? Who are you? Last dragon to visit was last week, complained about Her Lizard disappearing, and it was on her shoulder" he gave a slight chuckle "I am Crow, this is Pheonix, my sister, and Snowstorm" Phoenix smiled and Snowstorm looked just grumpy like he normally did. "What is that?" asked the king, pointing to Snowstorm. Storm fixed his face and looked a little less grumpy "as Crow just said I'm Snowstorm i'm a dragon just like you but I come from the Ice-heart tribe." pheasant eyed him suspiciously "you don't belong here, go back home, i don't want any odd dragons in my forest" crow growled "Snowstorm is staying right here, only difference is who is sitting on the throne" Pheasant chuckled "is that a challenge little dragon?" he asked "yes it is, King Pheasant, I challenge you for the Throne of the Animal-rain Tribe'' Pheasant groaned "alright then, PANTHER, PREPARE THE TRIBE FOR A CHALLENGE" A black furred dragon nodded and ran out, a Black Panther following close behind. "Come small dragon-" "crow" he growled "yes whatever, we must go to the royal challenge arena" crow followed Pheasant as he walked out the door. Phoenix had a worried look on her face. She was worried that something might happen to Crow and he would die but she tried to not think about it and just have hope for him. Her and Storm followed Crow and King Pheasant to the royal challenge arena.

They landed on the dusty ground and crow glared in Pheasant's green eyes "All dragons of the Animal-Rain Tribe who bothered to come. Today a royal challenge will progress, but first, we must see whether or not this dragon is eligible to challenge his majesty, Pheasant, crow, you know what to do" Pheasant nodded and spat at the sand in front of him, which began to dissolve, Crow spat on the spit, and the reaction was immediately stopped, pheasant looked a bit annoyed "challenge begin!", Crow lifted himself into the air and tackled Pheasant, using his large wings and smaller body to his advantage, Pheasant, shook him off and slashed at his , shoulder Crow yelped and batted at pheasant with his wings, Pheasant growled at the sand from the ground rising from the gusts or air blowing from his wings "not bad Crow" he said, his eyes closed, Crow shifted into the form of a manticore, which was around the size of pheasant, he slashed at pheasant's face with a loud roar, Pheasant roared back in pain and shifted into a large Sphinx, his face of a falcon, the body of a lion, and wings of a bird. Crow stabbed at his back left leg with his scorpion-like tail, paralyzing it. Pheasant lifted up, the dust clearing from his eyes, both him and Crow shifted into their usual forms, they battled in talon to talon combat, many times falling to the ground, until finally, Crow emerged victorious due to Pheasant's paralyzed leg, and his own swiftness. Pheasant groaned, many bleeding scratches and gashes left on his body "Not bad, little dragon..." he said weakly, as he closed his eyes, and let life slip from his grasp.