Ya so here is the first chapter of my revised version of Dragon and Flame. Hope you readers enjoy it, got most of my info on dragons from that national geographic thing; dragons a fantast made real as well as some dragon films I saw, mostly however I am just using my own stuff.

The world of Nimoa is as beautiful as the morning dew, but only at first glance.

Under the surface of hills and fertile valleys lurks an old and eternal evil.

Living as a mould, stretching threads through an infected area like deadly toadstools.

The center of this "being?" deep in the underworld is the giant daemon, Skarborr.

In deceptive times of peace, this unseen matted tangle of threads, lies

dormant, in a state of sleep until it breaks through the Earth's

surface and like a toadstool produces caps from which uncountable, no

not spores, but dangerous and nauseating monsters appear to serve only

the wishes of Skarborr and spread themselves across the planet.

Opposed to the shadowy, subterranean existence of Skarborr is the might

of that divine species the dragon, not the storybook dragons of old,

but the lords of the skies and the earth.

The humans who had to fight for their existence in Nimoa paid homage to

and worshipped their dragons and their dragon god, Ungh-Agor.

In the fight against Skarborr man and dragon stood side by side,

especially the Ungh-Agorites, members of a religious order of magicians

who would fly into battle on carpets with the ability to fly.

There were long and bloody wars, which became longer and bloodier every

time they broke out and finally, but finally the dragons and humans won

the overhand. A long period of peace rested over Nimoa. The towns built

by the humans flourished and slowly but surely the people forgot about

the terrible wars of their ancestors.

Time and history passed, the dragons withdrew into their own spheres

and eventually left the land of Nimoa and the humans to themselves.

Before the dragons left, the Dragon God, Ungh-Agor left the humans with

a horrific prophecy and a legacy. The prophecy told of past times and

of the return of Skarborr from the void that he was banished to. The

bequest or legacy of the dragons was an egg, a dragon's egg, an egg,

which Ungk-Agor placed in awell-hidden nest in a forgotten, old stone

temple. These old holy places usually have an exceptional flow of Earth

energy and these conditions would ensure that a very exceptional dragon

would develop and hatchfrom this one egg. This dragon would come to the

aid of the humans whenhe was needed the most.

The evil of Skarborr did eventually return as predicted. The Ungh-

Agorites did not hesitate to gather their forces and began the hopeless

fight against the might of Skarborr, but always with one eye on the

horizon, scouring the skies for some sign of their savior, the long awaited dragon of the legends.

That was the legend that was passed down by the humans for generations. However now the prophecy has been fulfilled, the demon armies defeated and now disorganized, humans regaining ground, the dragons, though few, have returned and Skarborr lies dead. All thanks to one dragon.

Here we see that very dragon, one a high mountain in the Mediterrano region we meet the very legendary dragon taking a well deserved rest. He is a majestic beast, deep black scales glimmer in the sun, snow white talons and teeth betray a dangerous foe and a crest of horns decorate the area where his neck connects with his head. This dragon is named Morrogh and is not only the dragon that killed Skarborr, he is also one of the few remaining dragons left. He is only 15 years old, still a young hatchling by his people's standards, but already he has scars of battle that only older males would have from competing for a mate.

He awakens from his rest and stretches his body and wings. He opens his eyes revealing vibrant green dragon eyes. Walking towards the ledge of the mountain cliff he dives of and spreads his wings and takes flight.

He flies low and using his superior vision and amazing skill snatches an ox like creature off the ground and begins eating, literally, on the fly.

Once his stomach was full he returned to his spot and fell back into sleep. Of course his sleep was interrupted by a sharp pain at the tip of his tail which he lashed out at the culprit with his tail.

"VADANIA!" Morrogh roared as he got up and turned towards the tail biter.

The culprit was a young female red dragon, possible eight or nine years maybe eleven. Her scales were a bright red, which reflected the sun light, and she had deep gold eyes. She did not have a crest of horns, but she did have two horns going from her fore head and upwards, her claws were white like all dragons and because Morrogh lashed out she was down on the ground with a large bruise on her side. This young dragon's name is Vadania, as Morrogh said, and she is just one of a few females trying to get Morrogh as a mate. But none have succeeded, but than most women even dragons like the men who are hard to get. (Sorry if I offend any female readers)

"Yes Morrogh ." Vadania said in a seductive tone as she stood up.

"How many times must I tell you females that I don't want a mate?" Morrogh growled.

"Oh but surly you must want to mate with a female." Vadania walked slowly around Morrogh, bring her head close to him to catch his scent. "To use that stamina on a enjoyable task; maybe even have hatchlings."

Those last words sent Morrogh into a frenzy and he lashed out at Vadania snapping his jaws at her, luckily for her she got out of reach.

"MAYBE I DON'T WANT HATCHLINGS! MAYBE I DON'T WANT A MATE OR TO MATE! DID YOU THINK ABOUT THAT!?" Morrogh roared with such anger that birds from around the area flew out of the trees.

Vadania, though shocked at the outburst, was not one to give up and said, "Oh, you're just shy since you have never dealt with a female before, well except for your brothers mate but, only as family."

"RRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH! DON"T EVER SPEAK OF HER OR MY BROTHER!" Morrogh roared one final time and took off into the air hoping to flee from the annoying female.

(Three hours later)

Morrogh breathed a sigh in relief as he neared the edge of the desert, he saw a large and old temple complex, it was abandoned and it seemed no monsters were in the area so Morrogh landed in a shady spot and returned to his rest.

However his sleep was once again disturbed, except this time by a large burst of magical energy. This brought curiosity to Morrogh, unfortunately for him he never heard the saying; curiosity killed the cat.

The energy was coming from the temple, Morrogh managed to find an opening big enough for him and entered the complex. Upon entering he came upon a large swirling sphere of magical energy. He useded his tail to touch the sphere, and soon the sphere began dragging him in and nothing the dragon did could stop it as he was sucked into the portal and sent to a new world, where a new war would begin and his aid needed once again.

Never a day off for a hero dragon.

Well what do you think? I believe that this revised one will be a lot better and make more sense. Please read and review.