Chapter 1

A/N: This is during when the elves sacked Gil'ead in Brisinger.

Gerard ran through the streets, the buildings and memories crumbling around him. As he dodged crumbling houses, Gil'ead had fallen, and though he ran to the walls, he knew it was hopeless. He could hear the screams of pain and horror as his fellow soldiers were overwhelmed by the pointed eared demons. He yanked his sword from his scabbard. "I'll kill them for Marna and little Jaeden."

As he neared the walls, he saw a man falling from them. He ignored him and charged up to the stairs that gave access to the walls. He sprinted up the stairs. When he reached the guard room, his heart sank even lower.

The elves had taken the walls, but a knot of brave men jabbed pikes at the doorway towards the walls keep them out. However as he charged over to help, he saw two men fall with slashes on their faces. He grabbed a pike from a downed man and joined the battle. The elfs move faster than he thought possible and the men's blows stopped dead just before hitting them. But the elves weren't invulnerable.

Lashing out in all of his strength, Jarad stabbed, bellowing, at an elf and pierced it through.

"Ha! Got one of them!" He thought with satisfaction.

Another took its' place almost before he finished the thought. It glared at Gerard in fury. It yelled in fury at the loss of the other elf. But before it could take Gerard's head off, an enormous roar caused all to pause.

Thorn, the great ruby dragon soared overhead. Jarad cheered with the rest of the warriors around him. But the cheer died quickly when he saw the golden dragon headed to intercept Thorn. It absolutely dwarfed Thorn, at least triple the size. Hope sparked once again as he noticed the dragon's left foreleg was missing. The two flew up and up, while on those on the ground stared dumbstruck as they spiraled away. Jarad took the moment to stab at the elf. It reacted just in time to grab the shaft of the spear and vault him over the wall.

As Gerard hurtled down he had just enough time to wail at himself, "I've failed!" Then, just as he was about to hit the stone he stopped dead. He couldn't move. But he did hear the outraged howl of the Golden wounded Dragon.

Next, he heard the most beautiful voice he had ever heard. The voice floated over him, wrapping him up in it like a thick, warm blanket. What the voice said he knew not. Only that soon the voice changed to a horrible one. This voice filled him with fear. It was punctuated by a deafening roar from the gold dragon. As the dragon roared he fell the remaining few inches onto his face. As he looked up, he saw the gold dragon diving towards the elven army, a comet's tail of blood shooting behind it. As he watched, dumbstruck, a flash of gold fell towards him.

With a start and a yelp, he dove out of it's path. He was glad he did. A pure golden sword fell and clattered just before him. He cautiously approached it, looking up for other weapons to fall and kill him. Before he could touch it, he saw the golden dragon turn around, and fly straight at the Thorn. Soon it disappeared into the smoke. As he watched he muttered,

"Kill the beast, Come on kill that cripple,"

A few moments later a, triumphant roar sounded from above, accompanied by the falling body of a dragon. A golden body. As the dragon fell, Jarard grabbed the the sword before diving out of the way as the body of the dragon landed next to him with a huge boom. Jarard was propelled forward by the force of impact. As he looked back, he saw Thorn and Murtagh land on the body of the dragon. As the three beings looked at one another, Jarard noted,

"Nice kill, sir." Murtagh nodded grimly and held out his hand. "The sword, if you would." Murtagh said as he held out his hand. Jarard handed it to him. Murtagh took it. He stared at Jarard.

"What is your name, Soldier?"

"Jarard sir." Jarard replied. Murtagh nodded and flew off.

Jarard looked up at the battle raging on the wall. He new that if he stayed, the elves would kill him. He ran home and jumped on his horse. He rode out the back gate of Gil'ead, which the elves had left alone, and fled south to Belatona. His family, he knew would be waiting.

This is short, I know. The next chapter will be much longer.

Doodl on, My friends,

Spencerdoodl.