Introduction/Prologue
THE END IS THE BEGINNING
Hi! Monster the dragon here. This is the intro for my story. S.H.F.T.W.U.
This is my first fan fiction on this website, so I hope you like it
The weather was stormy. Rain poured like a waterfall. Thunder and lightning flashed. Trees were at the wind's mercy. In the middle of a bloody battlefield, a white dragon stood weakly on its four broken legs. His wing's webbing was torn from it's hold. Small fragments on his tail showed it was once covered in a shell. His claws were completely gone. His horns were snapped in half, and countless spears, swords, arrows and axes were stuck in his back. He turned his lifeless gaze upon four dragons across from him. The four dragons took a fighting stance.
"I won't let you harm anyone anymore," the bloody dragon said and took a step towards them, ignoring the pain.
"Give yourself up and your wife will be spared."
"You already killed her, and you killed my unborn child along with her." The lone dragon kept gazing lifelessly at them. The four other dragon began trembling in fear, but stood their ground.
"She broke the law of our land."
The white dragon was now in front of them. He grabbed one's head. "Screw the law."
With a powerful twist, he twisted the dragon's head all the way around a full three hundred sixty degrees.
"How dare you kill an elder!" one of the dragons yelled in shock.
The next moment, the dragon regretted saying that, as the white one grabbed his tail and stabbed it in his heart. "You were saying?"
He turned to the remaining two. They slowly backed away, then one flew off to escape, but the vengeful dragon uprooted a tree and threw it at the fleeing dragon, piercing his body. He looked at the last remaining dragon. Under the white one's sharp gaze, the last dragon saw there was no escape and saw only one option left. "Please have mercy," he begged. "I had nothing to do with her death.''
The white dragon placed a paw on its head. The terrified dragon sighed in relief, but then the white one let out a bellowing roar: "LIAR!" He crushed his head under his paw. He smiled as the body fell to the ground. He closed its eyes while death did its job.
He heard a rustling sound in the leaves. He stood on its legs, feeling great pain as he did so, but he didn't show it. "Who's there?" he called. Out of the bushes came a female dragon holding a purple egg. "Dana. You're alive... and the child?"
"It's fine, but you—"
"I know. My life is balancing on the edge of death, I don't have long."
She placed her head under his chin and gave him a lick on the neck. She frowned as the metallic taste of blood touched her taste buds. "I understand."
He closed his eyes and cried. "I love you," he whispered as he fell lifeless onto the muddy earth.
She looked at his body. "I love you too, Vior," she whispered, as her tears hit the mud.
"You," a voice said. She turned and saw the elder with the tail pierced through his heart suddenly standing up. "You will die." He breathed a fireball at her, but a white barrier stopped it. "What magic is this?" he exclaimed in surprise. Suddenly the white dragon's body glowed brightly and a white spirit rised out of it.
"Vior?"
"But you're dead!"
The spirit looked at the elder, then blinked and the elder was sliced in half by an invisible force. Vior's spirit turned to Dana. It then disappeared.
100 YEARS LATER
In a village, the usual silence was broken by a baby's crying. In a hut a mother was holding her newborn child. "There, there, now mommy's here," she cooed. The child stopped and squeaked and reached for his dad, though unknown to them he was actually reaching for Vior's spirit.
"I found you," the spirit said as it entered the child's body.
"What should we name him?" the dad asked.
"How about Terry?"
10 YEARS LATER
On the top of a tower that reached above the clouds, a boy gave a quick look over his shoulder.
"Lost them," he gasped.
"That's what you think," an angry voice said. He turned and saw a group of furious-looking boys. "Your gonna pay for humiliating us."
The boy gulped. "I think I should be going." But he saw the edge.
"You got nowhere to go and, by the looks of it, your friend has abandoned you." They began to approach him. "You're dead, you stupid shrimp."
"I may be stupid, but I know that it's Remobra season on the tower."
"How's that gonna help ya?" He sneered. They were right in front of him. "Any last words?"
"In fact I do, but it's not going to be my last words." He took a deep breath. "REMOBRA SURFING!" A scream was heard and, out of the tower, hundreds of small purple dragons flew out. The boy leaned over and fell off the edge.
The group of boys rushed up and looked down over the edge, when suddenly one of the dragons shot up in the air. The boys looked and saw the boy surfing on the small dragon. "Gotcha and see ya!" he yelled back at them as he dived.
"What kept ya?" a voice said, he turned and smiled. Beside him another boy was surfing on a dragon. They turned the dragons and flew in zigzag crossing each other. On the last, they high-fived as they crossed.
Unknown to the world a crack appeared out of nowhere in the endless space, from the crack black smoke seeped out, then a cough fit. " Ah, I gotta quit smoking."
Hope you liked it and I would like to thank the beta reader Unknown-light for teaching me about paragraphs and other things. Thank you for your help. :)