Some dragons believe perfection doesn't exist. But as far as he could tell, they were close to it. Close but not quite there yet. A lone dragon's wingbeats was all there was to hear in the black of the night. The trees and the grass stood still, as if frozen in their breath. A looming mountain, wrapped tight in mist, masking the light of the moons. Umbra felt at peace. But under his scales, he was giddy with a gruesome joy and anticipation. They were close. But not quite there yet.
But close.
The others had already begun by the time Umbra arrived.
"Viper, chill out." An IceWing's wind-worn voice croaked.
"I will not 'chill out'. Stratus was one of the most powerful members of our team, but now the entire SkyWing army is out. "There were one thousand, five hundred and thirteen dragons. A very big withdrawl from our army." Viper lashed his poisonous tail. Six dragons were gathered there in the cave. The SkyWing representative was missing today.
"She disappeared mysteriously." The SeaWing representative, Flood, said, studying her claws.
"They say a little runt killed her." Umbra, the NightWing representative said.
The assembly murmured. "Silence!" Viper blasted fire onto the table, burning the fruit platter. "I don't care about 'little runts'. What does matter is the prophecized seven." He looked at Umbra. "Tell these boneheads the prophecy again." Umbra cleared his throat and stood up.
"When the land they love falls apart...
seven will come with a heavy heart.
when everything they know changes forever...
seven will accomplish and endeavor.
the rapid current throughout the seas
the kite that soars above the trees
the permafrost of the northern lands
the deadly scorpion in the desert sand
the twilight zone of hidden power
the sequoia tree which never wavers
the baked earth beneath the mud
will rise against the angels of blood
that shake the land down to it's roots
all will come to correct Pyrrhia
all will join to fight the fight
remember the magic number
when all they know is lost forever."
Umbra stopped and looked at each dragon around the table. Then he sat down again.
"Tch, you can't trust Umbra with any prophecies. He always gets things wrong." The SeaWing guffawed. "He can mind chat, but he can't predict."
Umbra flamed. "Are you saying that I'm spouting nonsense?" he flared his jaws, glowing orange in rage.
"I'm saying you're a rubbish predicter." Flood snickered as if she asked for this.
Umbra blasted flames at the already burnt fruit. "I am not a rubbish predicter. I can read your mind anytime!" he roared.
"Oh yeah, my mind. Maybe that's why you're so angry." Flood angled her talons to shine in the light.
Chill blasted a breath of freezing wind to get everyones attention. "There's no need to argue now. We know that seven dragonets will try to bring us down. But we won't let them." there was a sinister glimmer in his pitch black eyes. "Shelda, go with Stroma to get the secret weapon and activate it." he chuckled. "This will shake them down to their bones."