(A/N):Hello there reader! This is the beginning of what will come to be an epic-length story. Whoohoo! This is a collab between me, Robyn, and my sister Dragonmaster. We both just want to take up a little bit of your time with our story, that's all we ask. Please enjoy:3

A fresh breeze, heralding the coming spring, roared through the pines that covered the frozen mountains of Germany. It blew away the clouds of last night's storm, clearing the lightening sky. As the mountains lit with the golden light of morning, animals and birds stirred from their dens and nest's and began to prepare for the new day.

High up in one of the mountains, something much larger than anything else in the valley was also stirring. He let out a thrum as the amber rays soaked through his white scales, and warmed his hide. A breeze wafted into the cave, and his nostrils twitched and flared open as his powerful nostrils picked up the scent of some human in the village in the foothills cooking…beef, yes beef. A slight smile flickered across his face and he sighed. And, of course, his belly chooses then to start rumbling. He sighed again, but this time, it wasn't in pleasure.

Gilbert opened his flame red eyes slowly, the round pupils dilating as they adjusted. He plates, scales, and spines shifted with a slithering noise as he lifted his head and watched the sun rise for a moment. The sunlight reflected of the waterfall that spilled from between two mountains, and the lake it spilled into, making them appear like liquid gold.

He stretched his 48ft long body luxuriously, his long curved claws leaving gouges in the stone. He yawned, his massive 10ft long jaws stretching wide enough for a cow to march down his gullet. His 4in long serrated teeth gleamed savagely in the morning light. He stretched his wings, which totaled a 60ft wingspan. His curved, black horns were ridged with age, but not as much as some dragons he knew. His tail swished long the floor, the spines at the end sending sparks flying. He straightened and headed down a tunnel that headed deeper into the dragon lair. Gilbert sniffed; he knew he was around here somewhere…

Ah ha! Gilbert finally found his little brother, who must have studied late, for he was still asleep. His brother's bronze scales gleamed dully and they rippled as he snored. Now was the perfect time to pull a prank.

He hurried and filled a large cauldron to the brim with freezing cold water from the pool in the back of the cave. He poised over Ludwig, and was about to throw the water on him, when an irritating, condescending voice said from behind him, "And what, may I ask, are you planning on doing with that?"

Gilbert yelped in surprise and stumbled, falling on top of Ludwig's 49ft long body, who roared in surprise and struggled to free himself from Gilbert's weight. The cauldron went flying in the air, and the water splashed both of them. The two dragons roared and leaped apart, their scales clicking from the shock of the cold water. Gilbert glared at Roderich, who had come up behind them. The human was scowling at his clothes, which had a few drops of water on them. "Look what you've done!"

"What are you talking about, we're the ones who got soaking wet, not you!" Gilbert growled.

Roderich snorted, "You are dragons. Now clean up this mess. I'm going to my room to vent out my disgust by playing music on the piano." He turned on his heel and walked away.

Ludwig shook himself off. "He does know that he is our servant and not the other way around, right."

Gilbert blasted the floor with flame, and the water evaporated. "He knows, he just doesn't care. And what did he mean by 'you are dragons'? We are the most awesome creatures in the universe."

"We could kill him, if you wanted to," his brother offered. Gilbert tried to hide it, but his belly churned at the thought. He had never really enjoyed the things most dragons did, like ransacking villages, slaughtering townsfolk, kidnapping people, or stealing livestock. His friends had once goaded him on and they had raided a city. Their grandfather had always kept him out of things like that, but he was dead by then. Gilbert had not found delight in the screams and pleas for mercy, or the sounds and smells of sizzling flesh and melting bone. It had been horribly easy to wipe them out and the sight of the twisted, mutilated corpses still haunted him.

"No, he will be allowed to live in the presence of the awesome Gilbert for a while more". Ludwig sighed in exasperation and trotted up the stair to the main chamber. Gilbert followed him, laughing under his breath.

His belly growled again, and he was about to suggest they go hunting, when his ears caught the sound of tiny wing beats. A small yellow bird flittered through the entrance, carrying in its tiny little beak a small scroll. It landed on one of Gilbert's horns and let it unroll. Gilbert read it and swallowed nervously. "'The king," he read," has ordered an unscheduled meeting and demands the presence of each Dragonlord to speak of dragon-human contact."'

The Austrian man, who had entered the room a moment ago, paled. "I'd like to stay here this time, please". Gilbert nodded. Usually it was customary for the Dragonlord's to bring the head of their slaves or servants. But if the Dragon King was showing up…

Ludwig looked at him in curiosity. "Can I come?" he asked. He hadn't ever gone to a meeting before, and he wondered why Austria seemed so scared of the King of Dragons, whom he had never met. Gilbert sighed. "You have to; he's called for all Dragonlord's, which counts you." He spread his wings, "Come on, his Majesty does not like being kept waiting."

Eoin had woken up, like usual. But unusually, there was no sign of Arthur. Strange, he thought. Arthur had hatched him a couple hundred years ago, and had been using his blood for a special elixir that extended his life. He had been a good parent and still was a good friend, but he was a bit annoying. He always asked for information about the dragons, where they met, what they looked like, and where they lived. Eoin promptly refused. But it was because they were not allowed to tell these things to anyone, especially not to humans, servants or not. If the Dragon King found out that Eoin was in contact with a human, a powerful human who used magic, and, even worse, was friends with one? He would kill them both. But Arthur didn't understand why. He thought all dragons were like Eoin, or maybe that he could handle the Dragon King if Eoin helped him. Oh, he hoped he never learned the truth.

The Dragonlord's gathered in their customary spot, a high mountain in Scotland with a flat top. As always, Eoin, who lived the closest, was already there. The great red Welsh dragon was the biggest of the Dragonlord's by far. Gilbert usually arrived at the same time as Emil, the 50ft long Icelandic White Lord. Ludwig settled next to Gilbert and greeted the two Dragonlord's. They had all met before, and often visited each other's caves. But no one would really call them 'friends'.

Next, arrived 45ft long Berwald, the Lord of the Scandinavian blues; this time, he had chosen to leave his mate, Tina, at home. He knew, like everyone else,that this meeting was not a good place to bring non-Lords. Then it was the 48ft long Alfred of the American Acadian greens, and 40ft Matthew of the brown Elwah's. The two were somehow related and since their territories were so close together, they lived in the same cave.

Next, it was Ivan of the Crimean black's, and Chun-Yan the Lady of the Chinese gold's. Ivan was once against tailingChun-Yan, and he sat next to her. Last, and, in size wise, the least, was Antonio of the 15ft long Ligurian dragons; every other dragon here's species grew to over 30ft long except for the Crimean's, who grew usually exactly to 30ft long. Most dragons grew to between 40 to 50 feet; Eoin had grown to about 65ft long. Ivan was one of the largest of his species, and was 45ft long. Chun-Yan happened to be a bit below average, and was 36ft long.

Now they sat tensely, waiting for their king to show up. Eoin shifted, and was about to tuck his tail beneath him, when someone yelled, "Do that, and you'll crush me, you great lummox!"

Eoin recognized the voice with dread. He whispered a spell of visibility, and Arthur appeared, holding on to his tail. "Arthur, what are you doing here?! You must leave now! Before it's too-"

A gale lasted down on them, with the sound of thunderclaps. A great shadow swallowed the mountain. The force of the wing beats pushed them to the ground, and Eoin grabbed Arthur and tucked him underneath him so he wouldn't be blasted off of the mountainside. The smell of sulfur and ash filled their noses and they crouched down, even the mighty Eoin, in poses of submission. With a great 'thump' that shook the ground, paws as big as tables, with claws as long as people, hit the ground. Millions of bruise-purple scales the size of dinner plates covered every meter of muscle. Eoin could have stood under him and his back would barely brush his belly. His neck coiled into an S shape and his pale blue eyes glowed. His thick tail swung around and coiled around him. His black-ridged horns curved like a crown above hi head. His teeth as long as swords glimmered out of the corners of his 20ft long mouth.

All of the dragons, who were already as low as they could go, pressed down even lower in fear of the massive, 100ft long dragon before them. Their king, Rogyre had arrived.

And he was covered in human blood.

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