Chapter 1: Battles of the Past

Ok guys, this needs a little explanation. This is a battle fought in the past, during the time that some dragons still hunted people. Pixie, my OC is the celestial dragon slayer, granted her powers by a mortally wounded celestial dragon. ( This is where it turns head canon ) During this time, when friendly dragons wanted to help humans defend themselves they would grant them a part ( or all ) of their magical power. This is how the dragon slayers who fought in the dragon wars were created. After being granted a dragon's magic with each dragon slain the slayer becomes more dragon like, gaining new abilities. They will only turn into a dragon irreversibly if they grow to enjoy killing dragons so much they seek them out. So exposure to dragon's blood is like a magical power-up for these ancient dragon slayers. This battle is called The Fall of the Eastern Temple. And this is where Pixie's life is ripped away from her.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~500 years ago: On a mountain not far from Magnolia~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The air was shaking, I jerked my head up, the familiar sound of the enemy. Dragons. The alarm sounded, I dashed from my training area in the temple courtyard to the armory. I saw the grim faces of my companion soldiers blur past. Some already in full armour headed for their place in the barracks, some rushing around preparing the temple for attack. A roar ripped through the red sky. I reached the armoury and managed to squeeze between the other soldiers to get to my locker. I ripped it open, not bothering to take off the lock, the door bent under my hand, I ignored it. I began to carefully put on my thick leather armour. I pulled the chest piece down over my head. Just then another roar filled the air. The entire room stopped, this roar was different from the others.

"There's two." someone said, fear and adrenaline coating their voice. I turned back to my locker quickly slipping on my arm protectors.

"Oi, Pixie? Why do you wear armour? You have scales." My locker neighbor, an ashen faced boy of about 21, asked while he tightened his leather leg protectors.

"The more protection the better, I'm a dragon slayer so I'm much closer to the beast then you." He nodded and looked away. I looked down at the leg protectors in the bottom of my locker and then curled my lip up at them. I slammed my locker shut and made my way back to the temple courtyard. I was one of the last to arrive, I immediately spotted Gregory the coal dragon slayer, Dark the water dragon slayer, and Vinnie, the wood dragon slayer. I made my way over to them, my heart pounded in my ears, adrenaline made my hands shake.

CRASH

There was a flash of light and a huge sound as a red fire ball crashed against the west wall. All of the twenty dragon slayers flinched and whipped around to watch the foot soldiers scramble all over the wall, it appeared to be an ineffective strike. The it came on the wind, the stink of dragon, no dragons. A chorus of roars ripped the air apart, at least three.

"Alright!" The captain shouted of the din of running feet and the sound of dragon wings.

"I want the Vensho team on the East side, keep your sharp eyes in the sky." Six dragon slayers took of sprinting for the east wall, all of them in the air by the time they reached the wall. I glanced around, three of our walls were exposed to the outside, west, east and south, our north wall was built into the mountain side, and held the entrance to all our underground facilities. I sniffed, the reek of a dragon drifted from the west, closing in, and fast. The other dragon's smells were fainter, but coming. The captain was shouting orders, I kept an ear open for my team name, but also kept a close ear on the sound of dragon wings. Four miles out, so that's why the fire ball was ineffective. One, two, three, closing the gap fast.

"Quartet, one on each side." I glanced at my three team members. I pointed to myself and then to the west wall, Gregory chose the north, Dark the south and Vinnie got the east. We all nodded, gravely silent. Then we turned our backs to each other. I glanced up at the blood red sky, praying to the setting sun that none of us would die. I rolled my neck, feeling my scales tingle just under the skin. I reached the foot of the wall and took a deep breath. The dragon smelled young, and like human blood.

"Star Dragon's Galaxy Wings!" I shouted, magic pounded through my body like liquid fire, it pooled in my shoulder blades, and then the familiar stretch and pull of growing wings. I flapped the huge wings experimentally and grinned. The wings were huge and black, thin scaly skin thinly stretched over strong thin cartilage. When I moved them some of the scales flashed white, like stars twinkling in the night sky. I lept into the air, lifting myself high over the wall with a deep flap. Soldiers swarmed over the wall, a few other dragon slayers fly about over the wall, one stayed on the wall, to young to fly. I saw Morgana hovering over the west corner tower, huge yellow wings barely moving to keep her tiny body in place, Winston, who weaved back and forth in place, his purple wings working hard, Eliza who was only a few yards away hovered over the young dragon slayer. Eliza's dark red wings seemed to tint with glitter as she hovered. I smelled fear, from them, and from the soldiers, even the dragon's reek couldn't bury the smell of human fear. The entire temple fell silent except for the dragon slayers wings and the wings of the coming death machines. My mind was blank, my senses in hyper drive, magic racing through my entire body mixing with my adrenaline. In the lull I thought of Leslie, my baby sister was on one of these walls. I glanced over at the setting sun in front of me. Less than two hours of light left. After dark the regular mages were very easy for a dragon to pick off, night was their cover.

"DRAGON SPOTTED OFF THE WESTERN WALL" I glanced around, cursing my own distracted state. I saw it, less than a mile away, it was young, judging by it's size, it's wingspan wasn't yet double mine. It was a light pink color. It's long neck was studded with sparkling stones. It was young so I had a chance of scaring it off. I took and deep breath, this was the moment of truth, I let out a huge roar, the sound ripped through the air, echoing off the mountain. I hear Dark roar as well, along with Winston, Gregory, Morgana & Finnegan. Pain ripped through my chest, but I ignored it. The small pink dragon was then joined by a large emerald green one, this one only a little bigger.

"Second dragon spotted off the western wall!" The scout's voice cracked. I took another deep breath, the stink of dragon was thick, too thick for only two dragons.

"More are coming!" Winston shouted. I felt a pang of anger, I shook my head. This is no time for bruised pride. After a moment the two dragons we could see roared, the air was torn by the huge angry sound. One roar was the deep bass roar of a male and the other the shrieking high pitch of a female. I rolled my neck again, making my scales tingle. My head was blank, my heart raced. Suddenly I spotted a flash of light.

"INCOMING!" The pink one had launched another fireball. Morgana was off in a flash, she flew as fast as she could then when she was about halfway to the incoming projectile she started to rotate. Her long hair whipped around her like a protective shell. She crashed into the fire ball and it exploded into fractals of raining fire. The soldiers cheered. Morgana raced back to the tower, she smelled like smoke but was unharmed. The female roared in frustration.

"DRAGON SPOTTED OFF THE EASTERN WALL ! A SECOND ! A THIRD !" I whipped my head around and found Vinnie's familiar brown wings. He was tense, his usually relaxed wing flap hard and edgy. He growled deep in his throat. I gulped and turned back to my own problem. They were on top of us, but we knew better than to fly out to meet the dragons before they were with in the mage's range. They passed the barrier, wings whipping wind and teeth flashing in the sunset's red light. Morgana, Winston, Eliza and I shot through the air, flying like colored rockets toward the huge enemy. Morgana and Eliza moved in for the strike on the pink dragon, the female. So Winston and I angled ourselves for the male. The two dragons stopped short, hovering in the air. They both roared again, the female sounded frightened her high pitched roar ended in a squeak. The male sounded blood thirsty, he reeked of human blood. Winston stopped mid-flight and began to chant, I could hear his voice but I ignored him, focusing on my own attack. I pooled the liquid fire in my veins into my fist, pushing myself faster and faster toward the green dragon before me.

"STAR DRAGON'S NIGHT CLAW" I screamed drawing back my fist, the emerald dragon moved to block with his wing, but he was too slow. My fist crashed directly into his face, whipping his head and neck back sending him tumbling through the air. As it fell Winston's spell came flying from behind me and struck the dragon in the chest. The dark purple amethyst magic spread, encasing part of the dragon's leg in thick sparkling gemstone.

"FOUR DRAGONS OFF THE SOUTH WALL!" I could smell fear and panic. I heard more battles begin, Vinnie roared and I recognized the yellow flash of Morgana's magic. The mages on the walls had started to fire as well, so magic exploded and rained down on us from all sides. I continued my attack. mind blank, heart pounding so hard it hurt. Magical fire racing through my veins. I kept on the green male, trusting the pink female to Morgana and Eliza. They launched fireball after fire ball, some went side and hit the walls, sending shudders through the entire mountain side. Screams and roars echoed through the sky, the smell of blood. The stink of dragon and human fear. Suddenly out of no where a huge blue dragon appeared, he was ancient riddled with scars from head to tail. The green dragon finally fell, blood pouring from a gash ripped in it's neck just under the chin. As it fell it's blood washed over me hot and red and sticky, the magic in my body relit. Pumping through my veins hot and burning. Screams, clashes, roars, spells, I had no idea how much time had passed. The huge blue dragon was circling above the Temple, doing nothing, I turned to fly up to it, ignoring the deep bite on my left arm, and the painful pinch of bent scales. Before I could fly away I heard my name.

"PIXIE!" I whipped around, Eliza was currently blasting away at the pink female, but Morgana was on the ground, blood pooling under her head. Eliza shrieked again, obviously not holding her own very well. I turned to fly to her aid when I heard a dragon's death throes. I whipped my head back and saw Finnegan fall from the sky, trailing blood. I swore and turned back to help Eliza, Winston came rocketing to her aid, so I swooped low to see if Morgana was alive, if she was we needed her back on her feet. I swooped low, landing heavily. I dashed to Morgana's side and dropped to my knees. Morgana was unconscious, or dead, I leaned over and sniffed her. Dead. The screams and roars continued to echo around me. The explosions of magic and rain of fire didn't stop. I turned my back on Morgana's body, anger raging in my chest. I rolled my neck, causing a painful stab in the arm from my bent scales. I took to the sky then suddenly, the blue dragon released a huge attack, he didn't aim for the dragon slayers, but for the walls themselves. The mage soldiers on the walls screamed, falling from the now crumbling walls, suddenly four more dragons appeared flying fast and quiet into the temple through the huge hole in the south wall. I whipped around and saw Winston had the pink female on the defensive. I shot into the sky, hoping to take out the huge blue male that was attacking our walls. The sun was barely above the horizon anymore, darkness was coming, and with darkness came stars. I felt a little confidence amidst the panic of the battle. I was always stronger under stars. I rocketed through the heat waves, ignoring the thousands of screams of pain and the reek of blood and fear. I aimed for the huge blue beast's belly. I continued to fly up while I gathered magic into my lungs, along with a huge breath.

"STAR DRAGON'S MOON WIND" I screamed it out, the attack had no effect. The blue dragon took a swing but I managed to dodge, barely. I kept attacking, hitting it again and again and again. Nothing worked, this dragon's scales were impenetrable. I felt my magic was almost gone. I had a huge gash across my stomach, blood dripped down my front, my arm was numb, I could hardly keep my wings moving enough to stay in the air. Then suddenly the blue dragon's paw shot out, he smacked me, sending my hurtling toward the ground. I tried to stop my fall, but the speed was too much and I had too little magic, my wings vanished with a flash of a magic circle. I hit the ground a few seconds later. I felt bones crack in my chest and my entire body screamed on impact. My ears were ringing , my vision blurred, I hadn't hit my head, I was lucky. I felt the world slowly spin back into reality. Screaming, and fire, the temple was burning. Magic flew through the air. Blood splashed across flagstones and walls, roars echoed shrilly through the air.

"Pixie!" I recognized Leslie's voice. I blinked confused. She came rushing to my side.

"Pixie, oh holy sun are you alright?" Her small face was smeared with blood and dirt, she was holding her sword tightly in her hand, flames still spewing from the hilt. I managed to nod. She sighed relieved, her blue eyes sparkling. I slowly started to sit up, we were in a small upper room, I must have crashed through the ceiling without realizing it.

"NO Pixie you can't! you just fell from at least 170 feet up! The only reason you're alive is because of your scales!" I ignored her, suddenly her short black hair was whipped around by a huge blast. I managed to sit up and turn to see a smallish black dragon burst into the room through the wall. He spotted Leslie and I and his huge green eyes narrowed, his growled low in his throat. I slowly raised my self shaking to my feet. Fire cackled all around the room, bits of rafter and plaster were falling at random times. I ignored the flames. I made my way to the center of the room, and stood right in front of the young black dragon. He lowered his head and growled again, he could smell the dragon blood on me and I could smell human blood, and some of Milident's, another dragon slayer. I inhaled deeply pooling a little magic in the bottom of my lungs, and roared as loudly as I could. Pain racked my entire body, and I felt what little magic I had left decrease greatly. The black dragon flinched at the sound and almost took a step back but then he decided against it. He took a step forward and roared in my face. The deep bass roar shook the room, knocked loose flagstones, Leslie screamed behind me, dropping her sword and covering her ears. I stood my ground, breathing heavy, light-headed and almost out of magic. The black dragon looked at me, obviously made nervous by my lack of reaction. I slowly gathered as much magic into my fist as I could. I raised my fist, growling threateningly at the beast standing in front of me. It's eyes widened, semi-frightened, but he growled back.

"Leslie," I hissed under my breath, "Go for his throat, slice from a downward angle and across." She made an agreement sound and I felt a wave of new heat. She had poured more magic into her sword.

"Star Dragon's Night Claw." I drew my fist back and hit the dragon just below the jaw line, his head whipped to the side. Leslie flew over my shoulder face dead serious, she slashed, flames roaring. Blood gushed from the gash that Leslie left in her wake. The blood spilled out onto the floor, flooding over my shoes. I felt magic seep into my body, a sudden pain flashed through my upper jaw. I drew my tongue over my teeth, fangs. I glanced over at Leslie, she was standing just outside the puddle of blood, wrinkling her nose at the warm sickly sweet smell of the dragon blood. I took a deep breath and leaned down to place my hand into the thick red liquid. I brought my hand slowly to my mouth. The liquid was hot, and burned my lips. I twisted my face up in disgust.

"Pixie, what are you doing?" Leslie's voice cracked with disgust and shock.

"Magical boost." I sputtered out. The liquid burned down my throat, it made nausea ripple through my body. Magic whipped through my body at the speed of lightning. I sighed and shook my head, clearing my vision.

"Star Dragon's Galaxy Wings." My throat was burning and I felt the food in my stomach lurch. I doggedly flapped over to Leslie,

"Grab my arms." Leslie sheathed her sword and reached up a confused hand. I grabbed her arm and with great effort lifted her off the ground. She made a small squeaking sound.

"I'm getting us out of here." This is it. I had no choice, this was the time to escape. I slowly flew threw the hole I had made in the ceiling, Leslie clung desperately to my arm.

"I'm getting, Vinnie, Gregory, and Dark and we are getting out of here." Leslie made a small whining sound.

The temple was in chaos, three dragons were inside the temple. the huge blue dragon was swooping low to attack the outer walls, the pink dragon and the three dragons from the east had been cut down to one. Screams of fear and pain filled the air, fire licked up the walls in the Temple, dragon roars rippled over each other ripping rocks out of the side of the mountainside. I scanned the eastern wall scanning for Vinnie's dark brown wings. I spotted him, bloodied and exhausted resting on a turret trying to staunch the bleeding from a huge gash in his side with a rolled up strip of torn fabric. I whistled, a high piercing whistle and Vinnie whipped around to look directly at me. I jerked my head to the north and then turned toward the south wall. I immediately spotted Dark, he was swooping above the south wall trying to stem the worst of the flames, using his lighter water attacks to try and control the raging flames. I swooped over and stopped high above the flames, I whistled again and Dark turned, his green eyes flashing I nodded toward the north wall. Dark glanced around and then looked at me uncertainly. A dragon roared, screams echoed. I nodded toward the north wall again. He grimaced and then took off for the wall. I followed slowly, careful to hold tight to Leslie. I swooped down to land on the top of the north wall. Vinnie, Gregory and Dark all gathered around, Leslie fell over, and Vinnie helped her up with a warm young smile. Leslie latched onto his arm and then turned to me. Dark's green eyes flashed with concern.

"Blood." He stated, glancing at each of us. I was still bleeding from my arm and my stomach. Vinnie was bleeding from his side and Gregory had to keep one of his eyes shut because of a gash on his face. Vinnie grinned

"I'm alright!" His childish happy voice cut through the screams and the roar of the flames like a ray of sunshine. Gregory reached up to fix his glasses and realized that they were gone.

"I just need to get new glasses." Dark glanced at me, concern reflecting in his green eyes. I nodded indicating I was fine as well. He nodded, dark and brooding as always.

"Now Pixie why have you called us here?" Gregory ruffled his short blue hair.

"I can get us out of here. But I need time, and magical help." All their eyes widened.

They all slowly nodded, and slowly made a circle, all of us holding hands. Vinnie liked his arm with Leslie leaning into her affectionately. Dark leaned over and lightly kissed my cheek.

"Live another day." I nodded, smiling. I closed my eyes, I heard screams, roars, and fire raging. Slowly the sounds of battle faded away. I felt Dark's flowing magic, Gregory's dusty magic. Leslie's flaming magic and Vinnie's inflexible magic all flowing into me. I began to pool all the magic in the bottom of my feet. I felt the magic grow and grow, pooling like magma in my heels.

"Night of Temporal Time." I whispered the spell, barely making a sound. There was a huge flash of light, and my entire body felt weightless, I felt nothing but weightlessness. I heard distant cries, shouting, then suddenly I slammed violently against something hard. My head whipped back bouncing off the hard surface. I heard voices. Then I realized how much pain I was in. My side and stomach wounds screamed at me, blood flowing freely once again. My back was screaming at me, wings gone. And my magic, completely depleted. The voices were fading, and then nothing.

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