Smoke coats the sky as far as my eyes can see. I can feel the intense heat from the still blazing fire. The thick forest was burnt to the ground and what remain of the once majestic Greendale Forest were ashes and rubbles. The abundant green trees and lush surrounding now became a desolate piece of land. The stench of blood and burnt flesh still lingers in the air. It is evident that a massive fight took place in the area not too long ago.
As I scan the area, I witness a scene even those with iron stomachs would find hard to handle. The grotesque scenery makes my stomach churn and I found it hard not to puke. As a drake myself, I am not averse to killing lives but the level of the carnage I saw was on another level, add the fact that we mist drakes are innately born peace loving creatures. As I glide through the burning trees the flickering fire glistened through my dappled grayish scales and sprawling wings that shift and fade together with the mist. I flapped my wings gently as I descended and with a loud thud I set my foot on the ground. I craned my neck and extend my wings to their wingspan limit. With a low screech I started shape shifting to my human form. Mist shrouded my silhouette and blocks my figure from other’s view.
As the mist began to fade into the air my tall lanky figure was revealed. My silver hair reflects the moonlight. My blue eyes flicker with an icy sheen, thin lips and sharp features further enhance the commanding aura I posses. I Kenichiro Von Kazuto, sole heir of the Mist Drake tribe was summoned to the Battlefield by the great five clawed Heavenly Dragon to lend my assistance in the great endeavor of leaping through the great dragon gate which will decide the next king of the dragon world. I was greatly ecstatic that I left at the drop of a hat in order to assist in this great cause. Never did I imagine in my long journey from the great south that I would witness this grotesque scene upon arrival.
Although I was deeply disgusted I began to tread the path full of shredded bodies and guts. My flowy silver cape began to be stained with blood and mud at the hem as I walk further. After walking for a period of time I heard some noise ahead thanks to my sensitive dragon ears. To be more stealthy, I manifested my innate ability of manipulating mist and vanished into the dark night within the cover of a seemingly nature made mist. As I approach the source of the sound I was flabbergasted by what I saw. Goosebumps ran throughout my body and cold sweats started to appear on my back.
In the wide open field littered with charred body and filled with the gloom of death, a Gigantic Dragon with a long winding body with dark blue scales and a Fiery Red Dragon standing on four legs with its large wings flapping heavily glared at each other with a murderous aura. The storm dragons have its long winding body hidden within dark ominous clouds while its yellow eyes shone with dominance. The fire dragon was snarling at him exposing its razor sharp teeth showing extreme hostility with the other party.
The sound of rumbling thunder gets louder and louder as the chilly atmosphere between the two continued to drop. The storm dragon growled loudly and lighting struck the nearby area, I tried my best to conceal my presence I even have to temporarily stop myself from breathing. True born dragons like these two commands great respect and instill fear to us lesser dragons with impure dragon blood. I shiver at the thought of being caught in between the conflict of these two humongous dragon deities but my curiosity took the best of me and I decided to stay and lay low deep within my domain the mist field.
While I was controlling my breathing and hiding my presence, the dark clouds rumbled and another batch of lightning struck. Following the rumblings I heard a voice so deep as though it came from deep chasms, within the voice a sense of regality and dominance could be heard.
“ I, Storm Saoirse Shogun, Eternal Monarch of the Thunder Palace lay claim to the dragons gate. Our noble and ancient lineage capable of malevolent and summoning magic will tear your domain into pieces if you oppose me in my claim to the dragon’s gate.” The storm dragon uttered full of confidence and authority.
