Chapter One
Long ago, in a far distant country, invisible to ordinary humans, sat a volcano so large, that if it wanted to, it could destroy the entire Earth. Unfortunately, a group of about a thousand, named the Trillenite Tribe, had come to unleash this huge monument of evil's power on the world. But in a cave nearby, there sat another tribe, named the Dragonite Tribe. They were excellent spies, but had a knack for getting caught doing it.
Today, however, they didn't.
"Oi!" whispered one tribesman to the other.
They both pulled on binoculars and looked where one of them's fingers were pointing.
"What, where, Golak?" asked the other one.
The man named Golak pointed once again to the dirty battlefield just ahead.
"I don't see anything." said the other one.
"Oh, Xeno, over there, can't you see them?" asked Golak.
The Trillenite Tribe marched across the grounds with their swords held out in front of them.
There came a gasp from behind them.
"Quiet, Zeth, they'll hear us!"
The leader, scar-faced and drenched in blood, spoke with a cold voice.
"We know your behind those bushes, filthy Dragonites. Show yourselves."
The dragon behind the trio of Zeth, Xeno and Golak stood up.
"Good evening, Olar. So what is the deal today?" asked the leader.
"Oh, nothing. we're just camping for the night." replied Olar.
"As if. I declare war." he replied.
"What did you say, Norik?" asked Olar.
"You heard me. War." he replied with a smile. A few of the soldiers behind him started nodding. They stepped forward, ready to attack. Suddenly, out of the bushes came Zeth, Xeno, and Golak.
It had started.
There were flashes of swords, drops of blood flying, bodies falling, but the trio did not care. All they were told to do was be oblivious to their own team, and attack the other one.
It was a while before they realised that they barely had any fighters left, and the Trillenite had not lost any at all. Finally, Zeth did a big slash into a Trillenite.
"Nice one!" yelled Xeno, as he beheaded another Trillenite.
Suddenly everyone froze. The volcano up ahead had started to shake a bit. It spat a few drops of hot lava and sent bursts of fire into the sky. While everyone was standing transfixed at the volcano, Xeno quickly stabbed an opposing fighter in the back. Everyone noticed and it started all over again. The volcano occasionally spurted little bursts of lava, but those times nobody stopped.
Xeno looked around desparately, but only him, Golak, Zeth and Olar were left. He swared quietly to himself, but the volcano shook, a lot more than before. It then stopped, but then shaked uncontrollably and erupted.
Everyone ran for their lives as it sent out the biggest, strongest, and hottest burst of lava it had ever done. There was enough lava to fill half-a-dozen swimming pools and have a bit left over. It turned into a wave and splashed down on them all.
None of them knew if they were dead or alive, harmed or unharmed, all they knew was they were burning, their swords slipped from thier grip, the world faded before them. Two thousand years passed in time as they lay there, oblivious that they had survived a lava attack and a very large time period...