The Demons

The Demons

All was still in the valley of the dragons. Mist had drifted in from the sea nearby and was clinging to the mountains. Birds twittered uncertainly in the foggy damp, and clouds hid the sun. But that's not where this story begins, it begins where all is dark and plants and trees wither into dust, where no life is heard, and the sky is always filled with dark clouds. Sunlight was never seen there. This dark and dreary valley was called the death valley. And only two creatures resided there. Demons.

They looked mostly human, one with flaming red eyes and long red hair. The other had cold hard black eyes and long black hair. Both were female.

The demon with red eyes whore all blue and the demon with black eyes whore all black. This demon let off dark death and misery.

The two girls looked around the age of 14. Sitting on a rocky ledge they stared out across their home.

"So Lindsay." Said the dark, dry voice of the black demon turning to the other demon. "We're going to have something to do pretty soon."

Lindsay looked at her in surprise. "Why do you think that Shikyo?"

Shikyo stared out across the ashy wasteland and replied. "Doesn't matter why I think it, I just know. Come on."

Large black bat like wings drew forth from her back. She spread them and leapt into the air. Lindsay turned into a raven and flew after her.

"O look, a dragon." Shikyo said with no apparent interest.

"Where?! Let me see!" Lindsay exclaimed pushing past her and peering through the bushes into a small clearing with a silver dragon, brownie, human, and four dwarves. The dragon was sleeping.

"That human boy looks kinda cute." Lindsay giggled.

Shikyo rolled her eyes. "Don't get attached to him."

She turned around to look at her friend. "Why."

"Cause I have a feeling him and his friends are going to get mixed up in something that might have them die." Shikyo said then slowly walked away fallowed by Lindsay.

The two girls looked down a stairway leading into a dark room of a ruined castle.

"Just as suspected." Muttered the black demon.

Meanwhile as you must have read-

Twigleg sighed. "Soon after his creation, the magnificent, invincible, ever-shining Nettlebrand, the golden one, set out to…"

"To remove all other dragons from existence." Finished a dark, dry, female voice.

Nettlebrand whipped his head around in surprise to find two teenage girls standing against his hall.

"And personally." Continued the one with black hair and cold piercing black eyes, slowly walking toward them. "You should have reached for a higher goal. One species gone isn't good enough for me." She stared up into the large golden dragon's red eyes.

Nettlebrand met her eyes but found that as he did he felt a sudden dark, horrible, dread.

"Shikyo?" he growled.

She didn't answer, instead she looked away from him and down at Twigleg.

"I see you're still here Twigleg-kun."

He gazed up at her, amazed that he could even meet her eyes.

Looking back up at Nettlebrand she said. "You shine to much for my liking. You should stop getting your armor-cleaner here to stop polishing it so much."

The large dragon growled.

Shikyo broke into a smirk. She found his anger very much amusing. She and went on. "By the way you're hunt is about to start again."

Nettlebrand's anger faded into alarm.

"Excuse me!" Lindsay blurted.

Shikyo turned around.

"You're not filling me in here." The demon complained. "Who is this?"

They were interrupted when a raven hopped down the steps with a dwarf on it's back. The dwarf held on to his hat tightly, his face was red with excitement. When the raven reached the foot of the steps the dwarf hastily climbed off of the bird, walked toward Nettlebrand, then prostrated himself flat on the floor in front of him.

Shikyo and Linsday raised an eyebrow.

"What do you want?" asked Twigleg's master grumpily.

"I've seen one." Uttered the dwarf, without raising his face from the floor. "I've seen one, Your Goldness."

"Seen one what?"

"A dragon." Shikyo replied for him.

Nettlebrand stared at her with shock clear on his face. The dwarf raised his head from the floor to stare at her in surprise.

"How did you know?" he asked.

"We saw you in the clearing with the other dwarves, and the dragon, human, and brownie." Lindsay answered.

The dwarf stood up and looked back at the golden dragon and nodded. Nettlebrand turned around to look at a tapestry hanging on the wall woven by humans hundreds of years ago. It's colors were faded, but in the darkness you could make out what it showed-knights hunting a silver dragon.

"A silver dragon." Said the golden dragon to himself. He turned to face the dwarf and two demons. "Where?"

"On our mountain." Stuttered the dwarf, straitening up. "He landed there this mourning. With a brownie and a human. I flew straight here on the raven to tell you. Will you give me one of your golden scales now?"

"Quiet!" growled Nettlebrand. "I must think."

"But you promised!" cried the dwarf.

Twigleg pushed him aside. "Quiet stupid!" he hissed. "Haven't you got any sense under that big hat of yours? You can count yourself lucky if he doesn't eat you."

"Nettlebrand." The large dragon turned to the black demon. "I came here for a reason, I came to give you some help."

He growled. "I don't need any help in hunting!"

Shikyo laughed scornfully. "You failed last time, you'll probably fail again."

Nettlebrand took a step toward the demon growling menacingly. She took no notice and went on.

"You're too over confident. All you have is strength. You have neither a smart mind or the patience to win. I only offer my power because you have the ambition while I usually have no care to bother myself with other living beings. This is my opportunity to take one species out of existence, and maybe after that I'll have the care to take every other race too."

"Yep." Sighed Lindsay. "She's still bloodthirsty."

"I am not bloodthirsty." Argued Shikyo.

"Yes you are."

"Okay you're right I am."