Hi, thank you for coming to read my story, I appreciate you spending your time to read this so thank you.

Any who read this will no doubt know that I am dead. I have written this for you, the next Chronicler, so that you may know how the evil of Malefor had transpired.

Story 1:

I watched from the scrying necklace around my neck, looking at the young dragons who frolicked throughout the green meadows and grassy hills. The fate of those dragons even I knew not, for they could change their fate every decision they made. Some would grow up to become strong at their element, others will probably go and teach young ones of their own someday, some may even become Guardians. Then there will be that few, the few who would not grow up at all, for no matter how well the dragons defended their territories and their young, and no matter how strong the became at their respective elements and melee strength, there will always be those who only sought evil and darkness, and those will be the ones who would stop others from reaching adulthood.

One such day, a dragon with purple scales was born. Prophecy dictated that that young dragon would grow up to found the new age, for they only appeared every ten generations. At this time, I was not the Chronicler yet, I was a Guardian, sworn to protect dragon kind and help keep the peace. At first, I and the other Guardians were thrilled that the dragon was born. We would train him and make him powerful so that he could help us keep the peace. We taught him all we knew, and he grew strong. We didn't pay heed to the warning that is so blatantly obvious now but we never thought that this dragon we were teaching would turn against us.

The dragons name was Malefor. He seemed to be like any other dragon, even though he was much stronger than even we were, he would boast like any other young dragon and he would continue to learn to control the power that purple dragons alone had access to. The first warnings were his scale colour, they started to darken, turning darker and darker with each passing day. Us guardians thought it was just a thing that happened to purple dragons.

One day, his power level increased dramatically, we ran out to see what happened and found him shooting out beams of dark light. Our fears had come true as he was using Dark Aether. Anywho got caught in his beams would fall over and start spasming on the ground, Their scales would darken and gain excessive amounts of elemental power.

Us guardians had a quick meeting and decided that we had to end this before it got too bad.

For years we fought each other, an all-out war. Somehow, we managed to win and we had brought Malefor down, we knew we couldn't beat him, but we could imprison him, somewhere where his power would be brought to nothing. Using all the energy we had, we started to cast him away, he realised this and just as his being was getting sucked away, he shot a strange type of element at me, one that I had never seen. The colours kept warping, going from pure black to an angry red, it struck me right in the chest and my vision blinked out, little did I know that I was dead.

I woke up in a strange room filled with bright colours. A blue dragon with stuff played across his back approached me.

"Hello, long have I waited for you to come visit me, my time is up and now it's your turn."

A bright white flash centred around him blinded me, I closed my eyes and when I opened them, he was gone. A strange weight was on my back, one that I would get used to in time. '

from then on out, I was the new chronicler, but now I pass this burden onto you, to keep track of daily things happening in the dragon world and to make sure that when the time comes, you too will pass on this burden to one who will follow you.

Thank you for reading and leave a review on how you thought about this story. I may do another chapter (if you guys want) about what else happens. Thx for reading (My brother says 'Hi') and I hope you enjoyed.