Dragon Tales

Chapter One: Angvard

   Angvard the Destroyer sat in his prison cell, reflecting. He stared out the window, thinking about all his choices. He thought of the people he had killed, the babies he had put the sword. He thought of how much he had enjoyed it as well.

   For fifteen years, Angvard terrorized the village of Rakhan and the surrounding settlements. Over that fifteen years, he viciously murdered two thousand people singlehandedly.

   After twelve years, Castle Anduin decided it was time for him to stop. They assailed him with one thousand soldiers. They laid siege to his home for three years, while he took down half of their men.

   Finally, they overtook Angvard and subdued him. They brought him to an isolated tower. It had many enchantment, meant to keep even the strongest magicians in place. The tower was placed in the mountains, and so it made it impossible for anyone to climb down on foot.

   All these things added together made the tower prison escape proof, or so they thought. Angvard had been amassing power for the last fifty years that he had been kept in the tower. Angvard was getting old, by human standards anyway.

   Ever since they brought him here, he knew he would escape eventually. It had to happen sometime. And so he prepared for it. The tower was heavily protected, and so it would take a lot of power to overcome the enchantments. But not more power than Angvard had at his disposal.

   No, today was the day. Angvard stared outside longingly, and began to use his stored energy. He began to glow, and the air began to vibrate. Angvard was shining bright than the sun, and it continued to intensify until the room was a supernova, with Angvard being the center. Then everything exploded.

   The tower crumbled, and Angvard fell with it. It had been a very tall tower, and the pile of ruble was huge. It covered the ground for two thousand feet in every direction. For a while, nothing happened. Then the rubble began to move, but there was no way anyone could have survived that, plus the amount of rubble moving was way to much for a normal man. It was like a giant had been trapped under it, instead of Angvard. The thing underneath the rubble struggled until, finally, it broke free.

   The man Angvard was no longer there. Now the true form of Angvard had finally come out. Sitting proudly atop the rubble, was a great red Dragon.

   It was large, the rubble had just barely covered it. It had many black spikes covering it, and had a mace for a tail. It's wings spread out far, and we're very powerful. Muscles on top of muscles were on the hind legs for a powerful takeoff. The front legs had razor sharp talons to tear people to shreds.

   The eyes of the Dragon were red and betrayed an intelligence greater than any other creature. The mind was large, and the air around the Dragon was permeated with magic. It was truly an awe inspiring creature that should be marveled and feared.

   The Dragon let loose a bugle of triumph, and a fifty foot long jet of flame. The Dragon spread it's massive wings and launched into the air.

   When the Dragon spoke, it was a deep and powerful voice that sent chills down your spine. What the Dragon said was even worse.

   "For too long have I been imprisoned. For two long have I been in my pitiful human form. For too long have I been a prisoner. For too long have people forgotten about me. No more! I will make them remember why they put me in that tower in the first place. No longer am I caged animal! I will show you all! You will pay! Angvard the Destroyer comes!"

A/N
Sorry it's such a short chapter, but I really wanted to get this idea out there. So tell me what you think,and give me suggestions. If you liked it then vote, comment, follow, and I'll make the next one longer. Follow the yellow brick road you Crazy Celts!