Draco Island, where the Dragon Council resides, is under attack. Most of the island is covered in a blazing fire, ice and water elemental dragons give it their all to douse the wild fire, but no matter how many water balls and ice shots they fire at it, the fire never gives up its majestic blaze.

Weak and injured dragons lie on the island grounds, exhausted and wounded from their struggle. One of them, a bulky blue dragon struggles to get up, but only to fall back on his stomach, the dragon suffers a burn wound on his left wing and a slash wound on his right ribs. Turning over onto his back, the dragon sets his focus on the struggle high in the sky.

"He's too strong!"

High above in the sky, the Dragon Council's toughest dragons are in a battle against one of their own. This particular dragon is declared the strongest of them all, the dragon had a strong bulky body and its height ranged from 7-8 ft, the scales all over its body was of pure shining gold with its underside from under the tail to under its jaw a dark reddish color. It roared as it swings its strong arms and claws around, the dragons flying about it narrowly dodging the attacks, the dragon's claws were impressively sharp and long, and one swift strike from them could easily slash a wing off.

"Look out!" One of the dragon fighters shout to his comrades, barely dodging a slash. "Gah! He's going to spit!"

He was right, the dragon reared back with its mouth open, charging in a huge breath and threw his head forward, spitting out a huge ball of fire. The dragons cry out and fly out of harm's way, the fire ball flying through the air and landing onto the ground below, engulfing its landing spot in a tremendous bush of flames.

"This has gone far enough…" An elderly voice claims, suddenly a breeze of ice dousing the fire that the fire ball started. "We better hurry up with that magic; I do not know how long we can hold out here…"

The elderly man with a long beard wears a long ice-blue tunic, covering his whole body down to the ground, the insignia of the Dragon Council on the front of the tunic. Behind him lays the entrance to the Dragon Council HQ, where the meetings and whatnot are held. The elder gasps as the opposing dragon strikes down one of his fellow dragons, he breathes in and cups one hand to his mouth and breathes out, releasing a burst of ice to the ground, snow forming from the ice breath and piling up onto the ground, where seconds later the struck down dragon lands safely onto the snow. Out of the snow pile pops out not a dragon, but an adult, close to his 30s, breathing heavily with a slash injury across his face.

"Elder…Guh…Huhh…" The young man breathed, he was out of breath and in a lot of pain. "He's too strong…We won't last long…"

"Patience young one…" The elder tells as he looks down at the young man. The man the elder is looking down upon is also Africa's dragon, the African Dragon. The elder doesn't know much of this young man, he has not so long came upon the Dragon Council for his dragon tests, though they have been cut short when the opposing dragon came into Draco Island and began its rampage.

"Elder!" A voice cried from behind, the elder turns to face the other elders of the Dragon Council. "The spell is ready." One of them informs, holding a bottle of magic in his hand. "Just like you said, with troll snot, pegasus fur and fairy dust. We only have one shot…"

"One shot is all we need…" The elder replies.

Up above, the enemy dragon is already laying waste on the dragons opposing him, smacking out of the sky any of them that got in close, and he enjoyed doing so. One dragon gets close enough and sends a fire ball right into its face, rearing it back, but instead of a cry of agony, it pulls its head forward in a smirk, suddenly bringing his head forward and head butting the daring dragon, sending him to the ground. It roars out in triumph as there are no more dragons to take on in the air, all of them lay on the ground defeated, each of them reverting back to their human forms after such a beating. Looking for more opponents before it lays waste unto the island; it sets its gaze down below, catching sight of the elders of the Dragon Council. Giving off its roar, the gold dragon rears back, opens its wings further and zooms down to the elders, flexing its claws, ready for when it gets within striking distance.

"He's coming…"

The elder opens the bottle, the mist of the mixed potion emitting from the bottle. The elder threw the potion in the air, closed his eyes and a big concentration of ice spikes erupts from the ground and engulf him, a pair of glowing blue eyes are seen through the ice and with one quick motion the elder within slashes horizontally from inside the ice cocoon, shattering and sending ice everywhere and revealing his dragon form, a tall and thin dark blue dragon with a beard, his eyes glowing blue from that powerful ice element he wields. The shattered ice strikes the potion bottle still in the air, shattering the bottle and leaving the liquid potion alone to drop. The elder, now in his dragon form, looks up and spots the gold dragon descending down upon him, getting closer and closer each passing second. The elder takes a deep breath, watching as the dragon gets ever closer to him, and in the right timing as the liquid of the potion is within range the elder lets out all of his collected breath out in a strong breeze of cold wind, ice and snow matter materializing in the breath and the potion is engulfed in it. The magic of the potion, combined with the icy breath, turns into an airborne ray spell. The gold dragon fears not of this and continues on his way, but not oblivious of the spell within the breath he flies right into the breath, his eyes suddenly goes wide as the spell strike head-on onto him, the dragon roaring in agony as it suddenly stops its descend and clutching at its chest, its gold scales turning gray and the reddish glow in its eyes dying.

The scattered dragons all over the island watch as the strongest dragon of them all loses its colors to the spell, slowly hardening until the dragon itself is no more but a stone, dropping to the ground and shattering into pieces, and along with it the fire that riddles Draco Island are doused by the spreading of the elder's ice breath. The danger is over, all of the dragons cheer in celebration while others sigh in relief. All of them celebrate the destruction of the dragon that has caused so much damage to Draco Island.

"Another slain…" The elder speaks, transforming back to his human form.

One of the other elders steps forward, asking: "How long will this continue?"

The elder who slaid the dragon sighs, looking down at the shattered stone that used to be a dragon. "Every 100 years our ancestors slay this dragon, later on to continue with hope that the next will be different…But the chains are bound, it'll never be broken…"

"But…" Another of the elders begins. "There is always that chance, correct?"

A nod later, the elder who have slaid the dragon continues. "There can only be hope, it takes the power of one to break the bounded chains and begin anew…" He pauses as his eyes are set on the statue piece that used to an arm of flesh and bone, the mark of a dragon below the wrist. "We can hope that the next will find the way to break these chains…"

"Only then will the Millenium Dragon truly shine…"

100 years later…

A forest on fire…

A flower field in flames…

A city in ruins…

This is all that remains when the Millenium Dragon is present. The tall, strong-looking gold scaled dragon stands beyond his own flames in the destroyed city, its arms crossed and head bowed with his eyes closed, enjoying its latest path of destruction, delighted with the final results.

Suddenly, its eyes open and it slowly turns, sensing someone behind it. While turning, the dragon builds up fire in its mouth, and then it shoots it in a fire ball to whoever's behind him…

Waking up from a rather bad dream, a young 13 year old boy opens his eyes, staring up at the ceiling of his room. The boy is clothed with a short sleeved black shirt and a pair of black shorts, he yawns as he slowly gets up, pulling off the covers from his body, giving off another yawn as he scratches his head. Resting an elbow on his knee, he bows his head a bit and recaps the dream he just had.

"The same dream…How odd…"

A ray of the sun enters into his room from his window next to his bed; he gets on his knees on his bed and leans forward, opening the window and looks outside to the city of New York, looking at the morning sun as another new day begins. Tonight has been the 3rd night of having the same dream about a giant, strong gold dragon that has engulfed most of the planet in flames, and then sensing the boy behind him and retaliating with a fire ball directly at him.

The boy stretches, turns around and gets off of his bed, giving off another yawn before he starts getting ready for school. The young boy and his family recently moved to New York and after three days of moving in, today, a Monday, it's his first day in a new school. And 4 more days for the weekends.

The boy stretches again, on his left arm and below the wrist lies a mark of a dragon, his parents told him it's just a birthmark, but no one, not even the kid himself, knows exactly what that mark represents. But with the frequently repetitions of the same dream, there's no doubt that the boy will soon learn what this mark represents as it glows in a tiny glow, without the boy's knowledge…