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3 Days Later

     The notion that the Marvin fleet may have fled further north than we initially thought had flooded my mind numerous times. I was centered squarely in a debate over whether to turn back, when Doron roared suddenly. I propped my head up and looked off into the distance.

"Ships! Get them in close!" I shouted.

Doron clicked at Veracon and Ragon as they flew along side him, before pitching up towards the thankfully thick cloud cover we were gifted with. As we rose, I observed our foes sitting, unaware of the threat above in the water below. The fleet was menacing and intimidating in nature, but considering that only two dragons had done considerable damage to nearly the same number of ships once before, I had faith that adding a third, however much smaller, would give us the edge. So long as we stayed high, their cannons were useless against us. 

"Take us to the clouds."

We flew silently through the thick, misty and cool clouds that towards over the fleet below for several minutes, until I was sure we were over the fleet. I pushed down on the base of Doron's neck, and he pitched down into a dive-with Veracon and Ragon close behind. We breached the clouds, and were greeted with the sight of three thousand ships looking back up at us. Veracon and Ragon split off on either side of Doron, as he dove down at the fleets center.

"Attack!" I shouted as I raised my bow above my head.

Doron reared back his head, before spitting a deadly stream of black and blood red flames down on the ships below, grabbing two ships in his enormous talons before dropping them down on the remaining ships below. As Doron pulled up, I noticed men on the decks shooting up at Veracon and Ragon with guns, though their shots did nothing. I was curious as to why there were even men aboard the anchored ships. Perhaps an attack was being planned, perhaps they were on call. That, I will never know. The sky was quickly filling with thick, black smoke as various colored flames covered dozens upon dozens of ships-their crewmen either dead or dying. The screams of men burning alive riddled my ears as we circled around for another pass. Whilst gunshots continued to go off, surprisingly, the sound of the heavy cannons was yet to be heard. I could see, faintly, cannon crews that overlooked the cliffs in the distance, but they were far enough from the stationed ships to prevent them from being a threat to us. Ragon flew under Doron, spitting his bright green flames down in a brilliant display of destruction as Veracon flew opposite him, breathing down his bright gold and white flames on the men swimming for their lives in the water around their burning ships. Doron's wing hardly clipped the top of one of the ships masts as he flew over, but the force was enough to rip the mighty vessel apart, all the while the beating of the dragons wings capsized many more.

Ragon and Veracon flew at each other, each with a ship clutched firmly in their claws. At the last instant before the two monsters collided, the each banked as hard as they could to the right. Ragons wing cliped the water as the two dragons slammed their fully crewed ships into one another-throwing live crewmen, along with cannons, ship masts, and wooden panels across the water as the ships were torn apart by the impact. I could hear the men who were thrown hundreds of feet into the air screaming, before being silenced by their impact with either the water, or the remaining ships below. I watched once again as flames rose into the sky, backed by a blanket of smoke that blocked out the otherwise bright sun that filled the sky with its light-now replaced by the light and heat of dragon fire.

Ragon came to Doron's side and strafed the ships below before banking away to the left. I spotted a sailor climbing to the tallest mast on his ship as Doron circled around, strafing ships below. The sailor locked eyes with me, however distant. I could see his lust for vengeance in his eyes, before I drew my bow and put an arrow squarely in his chest-knocking him from the ships mast and into the water below. I gazed around at the destruction caused by the three majestic creatures, and felt a sense of dismay flow through my blood-questioning my morality. But I paid it no attention as Doron again attacked the ships that remained, still with not a single cannon shot to be heard ring through the sky. 

As the day passed by, the three-thousand proud ships that sailed under Mavin flags were reduced to fire and blood, with little evidence that a proud fleet once sat in that same place. Without question, we turned towards the cliffs to deal with the cannon crews that over looked the battle on the water. As we rose to the cliffs height, we were somewhat taken by surprise to see thousands of soldiers, armed and prepared to fight. I felt a chill go down my sweaty spine as Doron let out a roar as he approached the cliff. Cannons started going off, but they were not trained high enough as Doron unleashed his deep black and red flames on the crews below as he flew past the cliffs edge. As Doron tiltled his leathery wings and banked back towards the steep cliff face, Veracon and Ragon strafed the cannon crews that remained in one, rather painless strike. I watched burning men blindly fall from the cliffs edge to their deaths below as Doron circled around to attack the now terrified and fleeing soldiers, all the while Veracon and Ragon began to engage the now helpless men on food and horseback. This, was little more than a brief slaughter. The Marvin soldiers had no chance of defending against even one dragon, let alone three, without anything larger than a hand held weapon.

"Let's finish this fight and get back." I said as I pushed down  on Doron's neck.

Flying leathery wing tip to leathery wing tip, the three enormous beasts spat their colorful flames down on the desperate men running for their lives below. Within minutes of attacking the cliffs, every man who came to oppose us lay as little more than a pile of ash and dust, reduced to such by dragons flame. But our objective was not yet reached. Whilst Veracon and Ragon glided on the hot winds from the flames below, Doron turned back towards the destroyed fleet on the water. Locating one of the very few ships that still remained mostly untouched, the black dragon grabbed hold of the vessel in his claws before pulling back up towards the cliffs. Men screamed as they fell from the ship, clinging to its rails for dear life. Ragon and Veracon returned to Doron's side, both with their own vessels within their grips. With his prize clutched in his claws, Doron and his brothers took the last of the Marvin ships far through Marvin territory, killing many thousands more unsuspecting soldiers as they passed through. Before long, we reached the edge or the Marvin's territory. Having slaughtered tens of thousands of soldiers and followers of the Marvin's, we passed over the rather high wall that any attacking army would need to fight its way through. Needless to see, the flames of three dragons brought a section of wall a mile long down, leaving those who hid behind it with no protection as we continued on. Many hours following our brief skirmish with the wall, a second wall came into view up ahead, flying flags with were printed with a big letter 'T'. The Trevaro's wall. 

"Fire."

Men opened fire as we approached, screaming in terror as the three dragons descended on them, but these efforts were futile. Doron spat a brief but deadly stream of black flame down on the wall, before dropping the ship from his clutches at the open gape in the wall-before turning away and circling around over head. Veracon and Ragon did the same with their own prizes, before each spitting flames down on the shocked men who watched from below, charged with guarding the wall. Without waiting to engage in another fight, the six of us turned back towards our own lands, having left a sign of the Marvin's vulnerability right at the Trevaro's destroyed doorstep. The Trevaro's burnt, destroyed, bloody doorstep.



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