Dragon Armageddon
Note: I do not own the show. After thinking for a while, and seeing some things for influence, I have decided to start writing again. Also, this is not a sequel to the secret's out, so if people think it is, it is not. I'll try that later but for now, here's our story.
Chapter 1: The world in ruins…
"Rubble, just a huge pile of rubble." A voice said looking on. As the cloudy sky became apparent, we now see what the person was looking at: the remains of New York City. This warzone was the aftermath of an apparent struggle between two forces: human and magical. Unfortunately, there were a few loopholes, and the humans were no match, and were forced as slaves. The council is dead. Lao Shi, Fu, Haley, Jonathan and Susan was dead, with Jake nowhere to be found. Now, it's up to me to end this.
A figure appears from the shadows, covering the face with a hood. Wearing a black coat, the figure darted around, looking for survivors. Becoming weary of the patrollers flying around at night, the figure hid behind a trash can in an alley. Straight ahead were two dragons in patrol armor: utter lackeys only programmed to serve "him", referring to the ruler in it's present state. As the figure looked on, a noise was heard.
"Damn. I didn't even make it…" the figure thought.
Suddenly, they were on the figure. The figure, suddenly alert, decided to run off, fearing fighting would alert more of them. Knowing the area, it was easy to confuse them, which due to their "training", if they lost them, they lost them. As the figure brushed the coat off, a view of a crumbled building came into full focus.
"I should have been there…" the figure thought as the figure went in to the store.
It was a total disaster: Tv's broken, glass shattered, then in another room, books were thrown off shelves, potions destroyed, and occupants executed as the figure saw in the case of a skeleton in a closet. Knowing that was not one thing that was needed to be seen, the figure grabbed three things: a sword, a pic of the entire group, and a dallas cowboys jersey, still in good condition despite the damage around it. The figure took off the coat, looked around, and put on the jersey. He looked in the mirror, showing a full grown head of hair going past his ears and facial hair from one side to the other. He cracked his neck, then went out. As soon as he walked out, he ran off as three patrollers were on him. He flipped over them, then took a swing at them with the sword. As they all went down, the figure approached one of them. He noticed a camera near the shoulder of the armor. He looked clearly at the camera, smiled and said "If you can find me, come and get me. We'll settle it then. But for now…" He picked up the patroller, got the armor off, and placed the dragon in front of the camera. Without remorse, he cut the head off. Suddenly, the figure ran off into the woods, trying to regroup, and wait.
Later, at the emperor's palace…
"Has anyone told him yet?" One servant asked as he led another into the main chamber. "Uh, that's what I'm here for." The other said as they approached a throne with a figure in the shadows. "What is it?" He boomed, causing the two to cower. One slowly approached. "Uh, we have a camera report from one of the patrollers. He's back." Was said before he went back about 15 feet. Suddenly, the figure, in his anger, crashed everything in sight. As the servants fled, the figure looked on from his window. Out of the shadows, it was revealed to be the Dark Dragon, the new ruler of the world. "I will find you Mikel, one way or another." He said as he looked on.
This may get interesting. More to come later.