Chapter 1

Listening to the fierce roars of agony, with a smirk of tinted wickedness upon his face, the orc lurched forward on the large dragon once more, delivering the final blow to the beasts' front left leg, leaving him to call out in pain. The orcs' grin grew wider, and bared his dark teeth, as the dragon slowly fell to the ground, groaning mournfully, feeling self pity as he drew his final breaths. He had failed himself, and the villagers he cared for. The younger dragons had no one to protect them any longer, and because of this, the foulest dragon was free to take all of the young ones within his grasp and tear them limb from limb. Inhaling deeply, the dragon rolled onto his stomach, and stared into those ruby eyes of the gnorc.

The orcs eyes filled with confusion and hatred, and his evil smirk faltered, and quickly became a frown, as he raised his mallet, the smile of malice returned. The orcs tongue slid slowly over his teeth, as he drew in all the oxygen he required. The mallet was lifted high into the air, causing the green coloured creature to raise his heels off of the ground, to help gather his strength. His feet returned quickly to ground level, and he violently brought down his weapon, his heart beat quickening as he realised that his victory was only seconds away.

Rolling onto his back, the dragon flinched as the ground vibrated. The mallet came down harshly on the ground, sending a wave of pain searing up the enemies arm. As the orc fell backwards, losing his grip on his weapon. The dragon took to his feet, snarling viciously, baring his sharp teeth to the orc that stood before him. Taking a few steps forward, the dragon limped to the mallet, and placed one foot over it, indenting the wood with just the use of one claw.

The orc gazed fearfully upon the deep blue scaled dragon, trying hard to return that cold hard stare that he gave him, with his large, emerald green eyes. But it was almost impossible for the green orc to defeat him. The sapphire blue scales of the dragon embedded themselves deeper into the wooden mallet, as a grin almost as evil as the orcs, appeared on his face. The dragons' opponent looked him straight in the eye, but he didn't even flinch, but rather just narrowed his own.

Growling, the dragon threw himself at the gnorc, who quickly scrambled to his feet and scurried off towards his mallet, and raised it one hand. Unfolding his wings, the young dragon flapped wildly, trying to save himself from another injury. Hovering in midair, he turned to face the orc, who looked out of breath, yet still held a fighting pose.

"You can't attack," the dragon spoke clearly, in his low voice, "your weapon is too badly damaged."

The orc glared at him, and he returned the hard stare. The two caught each others eye contact, and held it firmly. Neither of them wanted to admit defeat, yet both had been weakened. For the orc, he was defenceless; his weapon had a large crack in, and was held together with only the odd few splinters. The dragon didn't have a weapon either, yet that wasn't his problem. He had been physically damaged, his leg had suffered serious blows, and both beasts had thought he had met his end, yet Drake was a survivor, nothing would take him down.

The orc grunted and broke contact, making the larger animal think he'd won. Smiling smugly to himself, Drake wondered whether or not he dared to take a look at the wound on his leg. He didn't have long to think about it though, as when he looked up, he saw orc grinning, holding the broken mallet behind him like a bat.

"Be gone, you are no longer welcome on these premises," Drake stated bluntly.

The orc stood staring at him, and then with mighty strength, hurled his mallet towards the shining dragon. He dived quickly, trying to dodge the weapon, yet didn't quite make it. The mallet struck his neck, and bounced slowly down to his already, badly bruised leg. Both weapon and dragon hit the ground with a large thump.

Drake lay upon the ground, chest heaving, blood racing, and mind swirling. He thought about the younger dragons of the village, running around, enjoying life for the last time, before the orcs took over. He could picture them in his mind: chasing each other round in circles, attempting to breath fire, trying to fly, laughing with joy… sadness filled the teenaged dragon as he lay upon the ground. What had he done to deserve death at the young age of sixteen? He had severely lowered the villages' defences, and for that he must stand alone and face whatever fate has in store for him.

Her violet claws marked the ground as she walked, leaving small holes in the dirt. The skeletons of many of her race scattered the roads, and the crows above cawed as if the world was caving in on them. The sky was bleached red from the recent battle, and so were the dead oaks. The dragoness sighed as she turned off of the main path and on into the forest, walking along the edge of the river. Which was surprisingly clear of blood, she took caution as she walked along, hoping not to get ambushed by any remaining enemies. She hadn't taken part in the battle, mainly because at fifteen, she was too young. The main War of the Realms took both male and female dragons to their death, but left her quite alright in the village with the other under sixteen year olds. The war had been between the rhynocs and the dragons. The dragons were fighting in hope that the realms would one day be clear of danger for the dragon lings. The rhynocs were fighting for their master, a dragon who had turned evil, who considered himself 'King' of the realms. One day, the young dragoness hoped to spit on his grave, to want to defeat him, once and for all. He and his minions had won the War of the Realms, but he won't defeat her. She just needed to find someone, ready to help a dragoness in need. She sat by the river, curling her grey scaled tail around her feet, the red tip tapping gently against her leg. Slowly closing her emerald green eyes, and adjusted the fake blue flower by her right horn, she drifted off into the world of her own imagination, letting herself let go of the sad world she was in, where beasts took each other to the grave, and said goodbye to life. Throwing everything away, wasting their lives and others. Letting her mind flow free, she fell into a world unknown by daylight.

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Whipping around the corner in a whirl of dust, the young dragoness chased the older, more muscular, male dragon. She growled fiercely as he ducked her sudden jump, thrashing his tail against her stomach as he turned, just missing the painful scrape of her claws against his scales. The dragoness landed with a cry as she was hammered by the teenaged dragon, yet she desperately tried to hide the pain. Taking quickly to her feet, she tossed her head back, and then lowered her upper body into a crouching position.

She had to take him down, she needed to do this. He had questioned the beliefs of her race and for this he must die. The Dark Knight Dragons must prevail, despite their sour tempers, and those who believed they could stand up to them we're to be punished.

Standing tall, the male dragon stepped forward, spreading his wings out.

"Why, do you want to hunt me down like a rat?" he hissed at the dragoness.

The grey scaled female stepped forward, and relaxed her body slightly. She stared at him through narrowed eyes, trying to hide her true emotions. She feared him, yet wanted revenge. It was because of him that she was like this, and she was determined to defeat him, no one else would get the better of him before her.

"Hunt you down? No, Drake, I want to destroy you!" she replied stormily, arching her back higher as she once more lowered herself to the ground, until her chest hit the dirt.

The blue scaled dragon watched her actions, taking into account that this dragoness was furious, and no one wants to face a female when she has been angered.

"Why would you want to kill me, young one?" Drake said calmly, even though inside he was raging, why was she mad with him?

The dragoness couldn't take this anymore, she was too impatient to just sit around and wait. She raised her hind legs a little higher, and then pounced on the dragon. She let one of her claws slide down his face, and let it collide with eye.

"Never underestimate me or my decisions," she said fiercely as she landed, as a scream was heard. She directed her attention to Drake, it was coming from him, but why did it sound so far off…?

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The grey scaled dragoness opened her eyes quickly, and took to her feet. Listening closely, she felt her heart skip a beat as a mournful cry spread over the lands. If anyone could recognise that scream of terror, it was her.

'I may have dreamt the racial comments towards my race,' she thought to herself, 'but I still feel hatred towards him, the arrogant beast.'

Taking action, the dragoness swiftly darted out of the dense forest, swerving between trees with incredible ease. Several crows dived at her, giving of a high pitched, but she dodged them, trying to block out the sound, and was still moving at a rapid pace.

The further towards the edge of the forest the fifteen year old got, the louder the howls of agony became. Jumping onto a low branch, the dragoness reached the end of the dense area, yet still stood in hiding. From the tree she could see just a vast wasteland of dragon and orc skeletons, she had reached the battle scene of the War of the Realms.

"I'll save you Drake," she muttered as she scanned the landscape.

Spotting him not far off, the dragoness jumped back to the ground, and dodged corpses as she raced through the soon to be graveyard for those who had died in this battle.

She skidded to a halt before the blue scaled dragon, scanning his body for injury. Apart from one leg, he just seemed to be exhausted. She leant down by his front left leg, examining it. It was badly bruised, and blood was pouring out of the wound quickly. Drake winced as the female touched a tender area, and she smirked at him.

"Hey, careful Roza!" he yelled as the pain became worse, and tried to draw back his leg, but the dragoness just squeezed his leg tighter.

"Quiet you," she hissed, "You should be glad I'm here."

He stared hard at Roza as she tried to heal some of the minor wounds, using the Chaotix magic. A strong power that Dark Knight Dragons possessed, it was extremely powerful, yet it wasn't a benefit during battle.

Drake withdrew his leg once the dragoness had finished, not willing to stay near her any longer than he had too. Attempting to stand, the dragon roared with pain, and his front leg gave way.

"It's broken; you'll have to just fly back to the village," Roza said, turning away from him, "We should be back in at least half an hour."

Drake grunted rudely, and took flight, but went at a slow speed. He stayed low too, as even though he disliked the dragoness, it would be best for the two to stay together, neither of them knew whether or not there were still enemies on the battle field.