This story is discontinued. It is old and bad, so don't start reading it if you will be upset by it being bad or incomplete. Thank you.


The night was cold. Winter was approaching, and the sun had already set. The guards were making their nightly rounds, scanning the outer forest for any sign of intruders.

Meanwhile, the Guardians were in the nursery, checking on all of the eggs. The eggs circled the room, grouped together by their element. But on one side of the room, stood two pedestals, one with a purple egg on it, and one with a black egg. These two eggs were special, the purple one being the prophesized savior of the world, and the black one being the first of its kind.

At first everything seemed in order, but suddenly the chamber shook, loosening the dust that had settled on the ceiling. The electricity Guardian, Volteer, ran out of the entrance to evaluate the damage. He dashed in at full speed seconds later, frantically retelling the others what he had seen.

"Come quickly! The Dark Master's forces have arrived!" He managed to spit out before dashing back out to aid in the defense of the Temple. Ignitus began giving commands.

"Terrador, Cyril, I want you two both in here to block off any possible way for the troops to get in. After you are done, move the eggs down to the bunker and rejoin us to help with the attack. I'm going out now to help any way I can. Now go!" He finished, running put the door Volteer had only seconds ago.

The moment the Fire Guardian left, the two went to work. Terrador put up ten-foot thick walls of stone, coated in spikes for good measure. While Terrador started moving the eggs, Cyril froze the stone, making it almost impossible for anything to get through. The two moved swiftly, emptying the nursery of all the unborn dragons.

Meanwhile, Ignitus and Volteer were tearing through wave after wave of apes and dreadwings, only to get pushed back by even more infantry advancing. The two experts in their element gave only one quick nod of assurance before charging their own furies. Releasing them at the same time, the combined energy killed many of the apes and pushed back even more before setting themselves down.

To their right, three male guards were holding their own against just as many of the Dark Army's creatures. The earth dragon, Gaelan, had his paws coated in rocks, and he was jabbing at almost anything he saw move. Calais was shooting ice spikes into the huge waves of enemies, while suing his tail blade and wing barbs to stab at anything that came close. Masis was circling overhead, taking any airborne dreadwings out of the sky and spitting out fireballs, making huge dents in the Dark Armies defenses.

The female guards were doing just as well. Silvia was doing the same as Calais, shooting icicles and stabbing at her furry opponents. Nadalia was curled into a very large earth ball that was plastered with deadly spikes. She was rolling through the non-stop army of apes, wiping out as many as she could. Aiki was using her control over electricity to summon lightning, willing it to strike one ape, then transfer to others as it spread through the air.

But It seemed no matter how many apes they killed, there was always two more to step in and take it's place. It didn't look too good for the dragons, but miracles do happen.


In the nursery, Terrador and Cyril were just finishing putting the eggs in the underground bunker, and were sealing off the exit when the ice-coated stone on the other side of the room began to shake.

Before Terrador or Cyril could react to the tremor, there was another, then another. The pair hurried over to the door just in time for it to break, revealing the ape king himself, Gaul.

The abnormally large ape was just as tall as the dragons in front of him, his one good eye staring intently at them. Behind him, a group of about twenty smaller apes were gathered, waiting for their leader to give them the signal to attack. After an intense stare-down between the large ape and equally as large dragons, he did.

All the apes, including Gaul charged in at once. Three fell to each Guardian instantly by icicles and earth bullets, and four more by claw. The six remaining smaller apes jumped over their fallen comrades bodies, charging blindly at the two. They all fell after just a couple swings of the massive dragons' claws and tail blades.

All that remained of the short skirmish was Gaul. He stood, his emerald eye shining in the torchlight.

Gaul moved to make the first move. He quickly reached for the two scimitars* on his back, drawing them out and running towards his opponents. He jumped over them with intent to land on the other side to flank them, but had no such luck. Terrador quickly shot up an earth wall in front of him and Cyril, and he rammed face-first into it. He quickly lowered the wall and shot multiple earth bullets while Cyril shot icicles. One each hit their target, the earth striking his chest and the icicle penetrating his right arm, knocking the wind out of him and making him drop the sword in his right hand.

Cyril quickly took advantage of this and moved in to strike. Gaul was able to stand up enough to block the attack with his left handed scimitar. He was not able to keep it up, and eventually faltered when Terrador moved in to help Cyril. Fighting wounded and with only one sword, he was eventually torn apart by the two sets of claws, teeth and tail blades.

After defeating the large ape, Terrador and Cyril quickly moved to just outside the door. The two rebuilt the frozen wall and dashed out to help the others.


The eight dragons were fighting for their lives, and the lives of all the eggs in the Temple. The Dark Army began to overrun the dragons, and even when Cyril and Volteer were added to the mix, it made almost no difference.

But, out of nowhere, a large dragon was seen in the distance. Ignitus noticed this, and looked to his fellow Guardians.

"Do you guys see that too?" He asked, just to everyone nearby.

"See what?" Cyril answered him.

"Off in the distance, it looks like a dragon." Ignitus answered back. Cyril squinted and noticed the dark figure off in the distance.

"I see it too! What is it, and more importantly, who is it fighting for?" Cyril inquired. But his answer came soon, as the figure began to descend towards their position. As it headed for the battle, Ignitus realized this could be bad.

"Everyone, get ready!" He shouted over the sounds of the ongoing battle. But as everyone braced for attack, the figure released fire onto the Dark Army. Ignitus soon realized who this was.

Thank the ancestors! Ignitus thought to himself as the ape soldiers began to reverse their pace, the dragons now pushing them back. The battle was easy going from there. It took about twenty minutes before the Dark Army issued an all-out retreat. The dragon who had helped, who could now be seen as a dragoness and had very deep blue scales, landed and moved in with the group. Even after the last ape had left, the small group of guards for the Temple was still very vigil, watching for any surprise attacks from anywhere. But none came. The sun was just beginning to rise when the group decided to move inside.

Once inside, the group began to talk again.

"Thank you Alistar. You could not have come at a better time. Now, what are you doing here anyway? The eggs aren't supposed to hatch for another week." Ignitus asked the dragoness that was apparently Alistar.

"Oh, sorry if I intruded." She said jokingly. "There was a massive storm heading for my village, so I decided to leave early to miss it."

"That would make sense. What about the father?" Ignitus asked.

"Oh, he was running an errand, he is supposed to meet me here in the next few days."

"Okay, I think that's enough for today. Why don't I show you to your temporary room." Ignitus asked. "The rest of you, head to the infirmary to heal your wounds, then get some rest. We have to be ready for another attack. I'll take first watch."

The crowd disbursed into their separate directions, going off to do their separate things.