That brings you to now. The last and final battle that would eradicate all dragons except for the best- the night dragons. The battle was intense because they refused to move. Nothing would make the other dragons budge, not even the ghosts of the dragons that died in battle that now fought for me.
We had to go down in order to win so we did. I ordered the troops to go down but stay hidden in the shadows. So they did, shooting poison then moving so the fire or water shots wouldn't hit. That didn't work either. I was growing frustrated.
The only option left was claw to claw combat. This made them move a little but not enough. I wasn't going to let them win. They couldn't win. Not now, not when this would be the last. I was going to have the fire leader's and the water leader's heads on my castle wall.
I fought bravely and used my spells too. I enchanted trees and rocks so they would bleed poison onto whomever touched them. I brought many dead things back so they could fight for me. I was chanting like a mad dragon. All this time I was fighting like a brave warrior. Like the warrior I once was.
I would slash dragons' faces then their legs. I sharpened my claws before the battle so they could easily slice through the scales. After they were on the ground I would drag my claws up their necks which would tear the scales off and then bite into the soft red flesh.
I did this over and over until I got hit. Someone hit ne with their tail and it was poisoned. I felt the it start to work. I fought until I could hardly walk. So I fled to this little cave, ruined. Everything I worked so hard for is now gone.
