Mythical Park

Chapter Eleven

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The dragons started talking,"As some of you humans have assumed, yes there are different dimensions and dragons come from there. Dragons have the right that they can move freely, we quite hate puny humans, whenever we come you have a tendency to throw away your lives to try and stop us. In FyreFall only some humans exist. There is also lots of different dragons. AshFyre and I are two runts, we needed help escaping an egg and where sent here to get bigger. Some dragons come here voluntarily because they like having stories written about them or like being hunted. We never did take you humans seriously, until The First Dragon War. It was two heirs of the throne Lord Norruth had died and left the throne to two twins. The hatched at the exact same time. One of the dragons our current Lord, Kamirth, he came to earth to go and get an army. He helped you puny humans forge weapons that could actually hurt us, used the Fallen Star to make armor, invincible, it helped you puny humans get strength, but nothing comes free. In order to activate the swords and armor the humans had to plunge it into the blood of a loved one to activate it. The other brother Cythyth, he made an army of dragon, at the time dragons minded their own business, but he was able to muster around a hundred dragons, a very sizable force. They met on the humans turf. I remember that both of us where with Kamirth, right Ashfyre?"
"Uh huh."
"The eve of the battle was one of fear and courage. Kamirth gave the humans another gift, the gift of fire and Magyks. He gave us a rallying speech. There where millions of humans, the largest army ever amassed. The swords he gave out to each human leader where forged in each dragon types spit with Fallen Star. They represented the elements, and if combined, could rival Cythyth, the most powerful dragon. The camp of Cythyth was of drinking and eating. One hundred dragons against three and some ants, easy. I remember that the sky was painted red before the battle, and after it so was the ground. Cythyth was able to escape in all the chaos. It was slaughter. The dragons killed humans by hundreds, but to everyone's surprise, humans, not dragons where the deciding factor in the battle. One great human killed a dragon on him self. He was a general and combined all five weapons. With an intense fury that his comrades died, he slew ten dragons. Kamirth gave him a gift so amazing it blew us away. He gave him the gift of the life span of a dragon. I believe he lives on today, he remembers Magyks, he remembers everything."
The door creaked open.
"And he remembers the dragons he rode."