When we were above the island, all other dragons swooped down. They were everywhere. I saw the chief of the human tribe, a very large man, lift up a wooden device and threw it at a Nadder, who will be moaning about a headache in the morning. I saw a Gronckle get taken down by what I believe to be called a bola. When I turned, I saw a Nightmare set itself on fire and climb a catapult tower. The chief (how did he get up there so fast?) bashed the Nightmares head around.
I Intervened.
My signature screech echoed throughout the village and I heard calls of: "Night Fury!" and "Get down!"
My pure blue and white fire hit the tower moments after the Nightmare left. The tower broke apart and collapsed.
I repeated the process with another tower.
I went for another tower, got it and while I flew away, I heard a whizz followed by ropes binding my wings and legs, forbidding my flight.
Unable to fly, I began to advance to the ground at breathtaking speed.
I crashed and a searing pain forced its way up my tail. I let the darkness take over.
