Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Dragonheart characters, story or anything else featured in "DragonHeart" or "DragonHeart: A New Beginning".

Prologue

In a distant land, in a time forgotten by history, one where many who would dream of knights in shining armour and great scaled behemoths who soared through the skies gracefully would probably envision. Before the Earth was overrun with technology. Here, atop a castle, two titans clashed for supremacy.

One, a dragon whose name was Griffin was a dark crimson red with all the classic features you would expect of a dragon, wings, claws and tail. His face with its sinister glint, which instantly told anyone, he was pure evil. The other titan, which happened to be a dragon too showing similar features though clearly much younger and not being as big as his opponent. This dragon was however black and beige with a much friendlier look to his face.

They were both sailing through the air, ramming, each trying to throw the other to the ground, only stopping to hurl fireballs at each other and dodge the others attack. The nobles of the castle, the people of the neighbouring village and even the king stood there unable to a do anything about the event before them. Finally Griffin sent the smaller dragon crashing towards the ground, pinning him in place before attempting to bite his neck and choke him. The young dragon let a roar but which was closer to a cry of pain.

Suddenly movement was made in the crowd on the sidelines and a lone stable boy grabbed a fallen sword left by a knight who had run for cover.

"Drake, use your tail" he yelled, getting ready to take aim.

The small dragon raised his tail at the command, unclenching the spade-like tip to reveal a sharper edge, which he jabbed with all his might into the unsuspecting crimson dragon's back. He roared loudly, rearing up on his back legs, he hadn't expected an attack from behind. Hardly a second later had Griffin reared; the boy or teenager had thrown his weapon.

The sword sped through the air before embedding itself in the left side of the dragon's chest. The crimson brute withered in pain and took to the sky, lashing around in desperation to pull the sword out. Finally succeeding and tossing away the blood stained blade, sending an evil glare at the one who threw it.

"You'll pay for that peasant," He snarled angrily as he changed his target to the stable boy and prepared for another attack.

Choosing this time to make his move and unleash his secret weapon upon his evil adversary, the smaller black and belch dragon known as Drake rolled over on his back, opened his mouth and shot a clear stream towards the distracted Griffin. The beam impacted his middle, not only causing him a tremendous amount of pain, but to his horror, the ice began to spread already consuming his back legs.

"Ice, how did you..ahhhhhhhhh" he was cut off in mid sentence as the ice crept up his body enveloping his head, wings and tail. Having lost the use of his wings and movement of his entire body, Griffin instantly fell through the air before shattering like broken glass on the concrete below, sending shards of ice flying in all directions.

Drake immediately got up, folded his leathery wings and shaking some of the discarded ice off himself. His next thought was to look for the stable boy, the very one whom he considered to be his closest friend, even brother.

"Geoff, we made it….Geoff" came the soft and gentle voice that was Drake's. Anyone who had not heard this dragon speck before would have been perplexed at the calmness and serenity that they would not have expected to come from such a beast. His brights eyes scanned the crowd for any signs of where Geoff may have gone before finally settling on his limp form a few metres away, a jagged icicle sticking out of his chest.

The Chinese girl who had helped earlier pulled the icicle out while a friend of Geoff and Drake's, a monk who lived at the neighbouring monastery named Mansel quickly checked the seriousness of the injury. After a minute or two he spoke.

"He's gone" he said simply, pain evident in his voice. Even the girl named Lian was showing signs of tears.

The dragon approached the small group, feeling the sadness of loss weigh down on him yet there was still one thing he knew of that could save him "Step away" he ordered gently before reaching with his fore claw towards his chest. "Mansel what are the words?"

"Half my heart to make you whole" The monk responded which Drake repeated. The dragon had slit his skin and pulled out an item, which could have only been half a dragon's heart. It glowed brightly with a life giving force. Carefully Drake reached over and placed the half heart into Geoff's chest while finishing the verse with Mansel. "It's strength to purify your weakness"

Geoff's eyes snapped open as he moved to try and sit up.

"Geoff?" asked Lian unsure of what to make of it.

"What happened?….. ack my heart hurts" he asked a bit bewildered by his death experience feeling the strange fast beating in his heart, as his eyes wandered between his friends looking questioningly at them.

"You mean our heart hurts, but it won't be this way forever" Drake said with an enormous grin on his face as relief and happiness washed over him once again. The people rejoiced, the evil had been defeated and good restored.

The stars in the great constellation Draco flickered and the wind howled in the night. The stars knew though victory was theirs this time, it was only the beginning and sadly the darkest hour was yet to come. Looking into the future all that could be seen was disaster and death yet hope could be seen in one possibility. If the ancient prophecy was to come to pass and they going to survive the next confrontation then they would have to seek help not just elsewhere, but else when.