The Final Storm (Part 3)

Fire Brothers?

            

(Unedited! Sorry for it being so short- I promised I would put it on today so I wasn't able to finish it because my dad's taking away my laptop. But please, enjoy and tell me anything you want to happen before this book is done!)

Red and Green. Together, you think of Christmas, a nice time where everyone’s nice and you get presents. But with dragons, red and green do not mix.

            Jaydon saw that streak of scarlet in the swarm and his eyes spazzed with electric hate. Ralem, where are you? His mental voice was urgent and ominous, his head snaked around to find his soul brother in the crowd of exploding Felinus and slashing soldiers.

            I am here. And Ralem jumped out of the crowd, swords lashing from both hands, his shirt splattered in a mixture of black and red blood. He touched down lightly on the ground before Jaydon. What-

            Jaydon grabbed the back of his shirt with his teeth, carrying him lightly to the saddle before spreading out his glorious wings, reveling as the muscles pulled and stretched, the tendons snapping into place. Immediately the wind was at his side and he shot like an arrow to the struggling fire dragon.

            Cahal roared in defiance, shooting another pillar of fire which roasted ten of the dark scaled dragons to bones, then ashes. His claws flailed, knifing through the sky, sometimes hitting a Felinus, sometimes not. They rushed at him like angry bees, relentless, irate. Some had made it past his fire wall and had latched their teeth into one of the few parts of his body that was unarmored; his wings. They tore gleefully into his wing’s leather, ripping it apart with their talons and teeth. It didn’t pain him… but he was losing altitude. Fast. Alroy was doing his best. With his double-sided axes, he was wreaking havoc into the little leeches, his blades like a blur before he cut off their heads or severed a scaly paw. But even he could not stop what was coming

            So when he saw the flash of green, he was relieved. So Lauri did have reinforcements… but as the green dragon approached, its size also increased. And it was every bit as big as he- the Fire King of the North. He didn’t know Lauri had a dragon this big… “About time you came!” he greeted the new dragon in a gruff voice as he struck like a viper, tearing a wyrm’s wings from its body and spitting it distastefully out. “I was starting to think I’d have to finish this myself!”

            Then they collided.

            Cahal’s fire sputtered in his chest, his scarlet eyes widened in surprise as he was thrust backwards. On his back, Alroy dove for the horn of the saddle as the world tilted underneath him. Once he grabbed it, it took all his strength to curl his body up and force his legs completely upside down into the stirrups. Grunting, he strapped himself in. Cahal, scayle? Alroy asked, as he felt his dragon’s wings strain under him to keep himself aloft.

            See for yerself! Cahal pulled his Rider’s essence into his body and Alroy’s breath caught when he saw the emerald dragon’s huge mouth shooting forwards to clamp on his neck. They bellowed, deflecting the attack with the crushing blow of a heavily spiked wing. “We’re on yer team!” Cahal yelled as the green dragon’s head was blown backwards.

            The other dragon hissed and the Felinus Draconis seemed to back down to watch the fight between the two flying giants. “You don’t remember us, do you?”

            Cahal’s blood turned to fire. He did know that voice… he burped up a flame as his heartbeat quickened. No, it couldn’t be…