Many years after the war, the city is now in ruins. No one walks among the streets. No one has even discovered the city. Now the only force to touch this city is time itself. Rubble littered the streets as destroyed buildings barely stand at all. Very little plant life remained; it was quiet in the city. Until the earth began to shake as if the ground was beginning to split in two. It then stopped as the city remained quiet once more. Then the doors to the throne room began to open. When they swung open Denamere stood in the door way. He then began to swing his swords around and then put them back on the side of his belt.

"As I said, it wouldn't keep me for long." Denamere then began to look around the city hoping to find someone. He began to walk thought the town waking sure that he kept his eyes open for any one at all. He then heard a loud thumping noise. He then quickly looked in the direction of the noise. He was able to see some of the stone on one of the buildings begin to fall into the street. He then started to look very carefully at were the stone fell from, hoping that someone had knocked it down.

"Hello." Denamere yelled out. He then stood there waiting for some kind of reply, but there was none. He then continued to walk through the town looking around at all the destruction. He then stopped next to a fountain in the middle of the square that had a statue of a dragon in it.

"Well it looks like they should have listened to me after all." Denamere said as he began to laugh. "Looks like they could have used my help after all. I told him that this day was coming, but he didn't listen." He then began to pace around violently. Trying to think of some way to salvage the situation. He then stopped and began to laugh slightly once more. He then remembered that he had hidden his dragons away, and that he could still use them to destroy the gods.

"As long as I have my dragons I can still destroy the gods and take Valhalla for myself." Denamere then glanced over at his house. He then walked over to the door and opened it. When he walked into the house he had noticed that most of it was destroyed. The walls and roof were partially missing. The only room that was still intact was a room filled with books and sketches on dragons that he had once helped create. He then walked over to one of the book cases and pulled out a book. The bookcase next to it the cracked open revealing a hidden passage way. He then took a nearby torch lit it, and walked down into the passage.

The passage was a long hallway that had many other doorways that lead to different cave systems. He walked all the way down to find an open door. He had not remembered leaving this door open for any reason. He then quickly pushed past it to find nothing. He was standing in a hollowed out mountain that had been destroyed. Large holes had been opened up all around the top of the cave. This is where he had kept his dragons, but he became completely enraged as there were none to be found.

"How could this have happened?" Denamere yelled out. "Hundreds of years of work gone. How am I supposed to rule Valhalla now?"

Denamere then began to punched multiple holes strait though the rock. He then stopped and sat down on a nearly rock. He still became more and more angry with every thought of his dragons being mis-used. He then began to calm down so he could try and think of some way he could turn the situation around in his favour. He then remembered something. He began to search around his pocket for something. He pulled out a black scale.

"They couldn't have killed all of them; there must be at least one still out there somewhere." He then looked down at the dark scale. "With this I will find it."He began to clench the scale in his hand and began to concentrate any power he could spare. His arm and hand began to glow green. Then the scale began to glow as green as his hand and arm. He then let go of his concentration and looked down at the now glowing scale. He then started to slowly turn. His eyes never leaving the scale as if waiting for something. The scale then began to faintly blink in the direction that he had it in.

"Good." Denamere then began to smile. "There is still at least one out there, and now there is nothing standing in my way." He then put the scale in his pocket and started to transform into a dragon. His skin began to turn into green scales and his noses mouth and eyes began to protrude outward. His arms began to grow into wings. He then became a large green dragon with a red stripe on his head and face. He then took off into the sky and began his search for his dragon.


A/N: I hope you enjoyed this chapter. I know it was a little slow but trust me when I say, the next one will be better.