pourtulog
He flew high above the land. the Sandwing General looked to his left. he saw the Mudwings and the Skywings. to his right was Sandwings and Nightwings. They were heading off to battle. "we are approaching the enemy!" rored a mudwing to his left.
"there are so many of them." gasped a Nightwing. "I thought thay where endangered." He said.
"they outnumber us one million to one." the General growled. the sea of scavengers was a terrifying sight. "OPEN FIRE" he roared. The stream of fire from each dragon killed many scavengers, and destroyed almost all spears and arrows heading toward the dragons.
almost.
A flaming arrow hit his wing. He felt the fire spread. the Sandwing General roared in pain as he fell to the ground. he expected to be killed by the scavengers. but he feelt chains wrap around him. he was being taken prisoner. I must protect midnight. was his last thoughts. he heard a mudwing yell "retreat" as he drifted off into unconsciousness.
He woke in a prison. He tried to rub his eyes but felt his claws chained to a wall. He looked over to his wing. "scorched. ill never fly again. damn scavengers." He muttered. Or he tried. His snout was chained closed. He was helpless. All he could do was wait for help. But in this war, help might never come.
