They all spring from the mouth of their den. They come across a statue of Vladimir being killed by what must have been Antaeus in the front of Antaeus's castle
"Is that supposed to be Antaeus killing me?" He angrily questions. "How dare he! This must be the most inaccurate statue to ever have been carved! Who wants to destroy it?"
"I think you should, it's of you," MoMo answers.
Vladimir swoops down, tackling it from the side. The statue flips over, without breaking. Under the statue is a hole. From the hole, Antaeus swiftly springs out from the hole, piercing Vladimir's underbelly with his sharpened claws.
"MUAHAHA!!" Antaeus excitedly exclaims. "You fool!"
Kinnara summoned the tiny dragon as her and MoMo go to tackle Antaeus. Antaeus swings his head to the side, chomping the golden dragon and devouring him in one swift motion. Vladimir casted his Chain Lightning spell and Antaeus flew up to try to dodge it, but he was still his. He got stunned for a second, and Kinnara quickly swiped him with her claws. Antaeus casted a fireball, scorching the side of her body, barely missing her. MoMo clings right to Antaeus's face. Vladimir then sprung and sunk his teeth into Antaeus's shoulder, very close to his neck, ripping out a large chunk. Kinnara summoned another tiny dragon. It clung onto Antaeus's face along with MoMo while struggling to stay on because of him thrashing his head. Kinnara got on top of him. Vladimir then stabs Antaeus with his horns, finishing him. Antaeus slowly falls to the ground. The tiny golden dragon bows, and disappears.
"Is everyone okay?" Kinnara asks worriedly.
"I'm pretty sure I'm okay..." says Vladimir.
"Yea I'm alright, I guess," MoMo says out of breath.
"Are you both in the shape to fly?"
"Well I wish I could say I was, but I'm afraid I can't do that at the moment," MoMo says.
"I'll carry you!" She offers.
"Okay thank you, I always knew you were..." *heaving* "a good dragon..."As they all three fly home, MoMo falls asleep in Kinnara's gentle grip.
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War Dragons
FantasyVladimir was born into a litter where he was the runt. He was always the weakest, but he soon became to be the ruler of the "left side". He's faced many battles, always maintaining his determination, power, and cleverness.
