Okay guys this is my first story ever so please go easy on me. But if any of you have any advice or correction please tell me.
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I ran as fast as I could across the island.
The battle raged intensely around me. Dragons lashed ferociously at their enemies, and for once, it wasn't the humans.
It was their own kind.
My chest ached as I saw some of my own army in corpses littering the ground. They used to be like a family to me. They used to trust me.
They used to be the only ones who believed me.
I bit my lip as more and more dragons fell to their demise. I knew we were on the losing side. I knew that the moment I saw him.
I was such a fool to go here.
But they say that a fool never knows when to give up, I thought. Strangely, this comforted me slightly. I gathered all my determination and set my eyes forward. I gradually heightened my senses and reached the edge of a cliff. Taking a deep breath, I released an unearthly roar.
One that can only be made by my kin.
Through my peripheral vision, I saw some dragons freeze momentarily in their movements. But I didn't care, not when I heard a roar similar to mine resound through the air. I had no time to process what was happening around me.
I jumped off the cliff, hands outstretched. Closing my eyes, I felt the hot wind against my face. It carried various scents, none of which spelled good news. It was all destruction, mayhem, and death. I bit my lower lip in frustration. I led them here. I did this.
I was brought out of my thoughts when an all too familiar scent invaded my sensitive nostrils.
The scent of my dragon.
Out of pure instinct, I placed my hands in front of me while waiting for scales to meet my fingertips.
They barely brushed against my fingers when I snapped my eyes open. I let the rest of my body fall on her wide back. I cast my legs astride and held on tight. We shot through the air and I almost missed the way my dragon's muscles relaxed due to my own feeling of relief. I smiled slightly and rubbed small circles on her back to sooth her in response. I felt her muscles contract in the way they did when she let out a croon. She must have been worried about me.
A ball of fire streaked past us, grazing my cheek in the process. I hissed in pain. My dragon screeched when she felt the heat radiating from it. I mentally scolded myself and steered towards the main source of destruction. "This is not the time to relax." I told myself. "This is war."
We charged towards his towering form. Hard, blackish-blue scales covered his whole body. Huge horns stuck out on each side of his head and his chin was pointed. Everything about it was already giving off bad vibes.
He sensed us and roared loudly, calling his minions. Their black eyes glinted evilly and they barred their teeth, exposing their sharp teeth. They screeched and dived towards us.
I stood up and planted my feet firmly on my dragon's back. I felt my fingernails grow longer and bared my teeth, showing long canines that served as fangs. My dark green eyes turned to slits.
For the next few moments, all I could think of was to kill. I slashed at any other enemy that came my way. My hands were soon dripping with blood.
All of a sudden a massive pressure knocked me off my dragon. All I heard was the terrified shriek of my dragon before everything turned black.
