The Dread From the Sky: a Dragon's tale

Chapter One: The Dawn Slayer

Cold winds seep over the land covering everything in a frosty layer of early snow. 

Trees charged and dead are the only things that should be alive here. But the Withered Heat has many secrets that even teh trained eye cannot see. First, the air is split by a tremendous thundercrack, and the skies open when a great shape dives bombs from the cover of clouds. Then, after it, a slightly smaller but no less enormous beast comes flying down, a little more controlled than the great one. 

Its cry rattles the air, and the black beast stops. "Darkfury! We have to stop!" called the smaller dragon Seasmoke. Darkfury turned around, beating her mighty wings in the air to keep her afloat "and why is that Seasmoke? our masters have yet to call us," she replied, her glowing blue eyes finding her friend's pale ones. 

Seasmoke sighed, flaring her beige sails, and turned back to the clouds and the realm above it. "no, but they will soon. It is time for Lais Shadow, and you know that. Your father would be disapplied not to see you first in line," Darkfury says and follow her more petite best friend up through the clouds again and soon see her beloved home on a flooding island called Wings of Thrones. It has been the dragon's home in this accursed land's nature for centuries. The only place where they can still live without humans or any evil regard. 

Their leader Ancalagon the Black, a grand dragon of the blackest night, had a thing for being well great. He always wanted his dragons and people to have the best life in the Withered Heath. Even with all the trying and his succession, Btu still has a few younglings to conceive that the Withered Heat and Wings of Thrones is their home, their little haven. 

One of those younglings is his daughter Darkfury. she is as big as her father; soon enough, she will be. Her mother, Tiamat, was also a great dragon but more petite than her mate. 

Seasmoke flew first into the Halls of Ancestors and landed first in line with Darkfury right behind her. Her landing rattled the place the dragons of Withered Heat would have their meetings. King Ancalagon soon came into the room with his mate slithering behind him and a youngling of her own called Pythagoras. that little young rascal where Darkfury's younger brother and a pain in the tail, to be honest. 

He would always want gold and silver in his steadily growing hoard. And when he didn't get it, he would sulk about it on the entry day. 

With three powerful rattlings of his sail and silence fell upon the other bustling hall of dragons of all sizes and colors. Seasmoke was one of them, standing beside a silver-scaled female dragon with beige sails and yellow eyes. The two looked much like each other, but Seasmoke had gotten her father's bravery. 

"my fellow dragons," Ancalagon called out, voice firm and thriving. The dragons answered him with bustling calls of their own until he silenced them with a raised paw. "we are gathered here today to celebrate Lais Shadow. Remember those who sacrificed their lives in the War of Sudden Flame and those still standing today, bearing the scars of elves, men, and dwarves. We have no master! We are not under the dark lord's rule any longer! We are free, but there are still things to be done for the world to know that we no longer serve him. no longer can we hide in the shadows."

His words were met, but thoughtful silence until an elderly green embraced colored dragon took the words, "my king, what good would it do us to show the world that dragons are free? Would they not yet hunt us down as they did in the Elder Days? my king, I know your willingness to protect our people, but I advise you not to make rash decisions. Men, Elves, and Dwarves are weak. They have always been, but that doesn't stop them from willing the end to Dragonkind." 

The Elder stopped up a bit, his jaw set as a grimace of old pain took his mind and thought starring them each day. I was beginning to worry for him, the Elder that was like a grandfather to me. His name was Longwei the Green Serpent. I knew him. He had been there for father in unbeatable times. And his council meant much to the king. 

"Elder Longwei, I value your council over all the elders here. buyt even you must agree that our ways of hiding away from the light from the world's wrath are not the ways of any dragons. Fire, we bring doom, we furtle. We are the gods to the sky, the dread of the mortal minds. And elves and Men are no match for us. So I ask you, Longwei, are we cowards or fighters?" 

A long thick silcne stretched across the den in Wings of Thrones' palace. Many dragons were holding their breath, awaiting the Elders. But Elder Longwei sighed and dipped his head, and slithered off, leaving us all in confusion. my father sighed, "very well. we will need fire breathers to come to their right sense. this is our home, my fellow dragons, and we will die protecting it!" a cheering rose from the depths of the dragons' throats. The whole room was filled with fires of different colors. 

On the other hand, I was silent; my maw shut from uttering any words. I was speechless, as the mortals call it. I did not know whether to cheer or cry. My father had just told our nation that we were going to war with kids who had yet to attack us. Even yet to find us! My mind mused sadly, this would be our doom, and I could see her shaking her head. But what word did I have to my father, the king of all dragons? 

I sighed as the cheering died down, taking the mounting; my fhater started talking again to scutter off and maybe find Elder Longwei. he didn't seem satisfied with my father's words. 

But neither was I. 

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