Chapter 3: War Closes In
A long, lone, dark tunnel was eerie during the night, but at the end was an ancient door, almost as old as the walls that held it up were. Inside were six dragons, nearly ancient-like, and below them were the apprentices of these ancients.
"Grand elders," A lone green male spoke up, his tail resembled that of a spiked ball, his horns draping up then behind his head in a curve.
"You may speak Terrador," a calming voice soothed him, her scales shining nearly black in the torches lighting up the room.
"Kalamia, Lephisto, Bestore, Alliviash, Celto, Jarmore, war nears us and with the assault on the temple nearly days ago, we believe the dragons are not ready to fight," Terrador said, his head bowed in sadness, for his and his mate's egg had disappeared on the night of that assault.
"Rest assured young guardian, for Ignitus has given us the hope that the purple dragon lives on, his bravery to get the egg that withheld the young hatchling within is giving us the hope we wish for," Bestore said, her sky blue scales emanating off the torches and the glow of the moon above them.
"Yes my friend, the young dragon will surely find us when the time is right," a red dragon approached him in calm-like manner, his sand-white horns shining completely white in the moon's glow, and his red scales and other horns glowed like an ignited flame, he was the one who saved the egg from despair.
"Yes my acquaintance, his audacious antics did protect the egg from those unintelligent beings we call apes," a grown yellow dragon approached, his purple underbelly could be compared to that of all the purple dragons that were around and passed.
"English my friend," An ice cold tone approached the trio, his scales nearly white in the shine of the light above them.
"What my pupil is trying to say is not to worry, and hope for the best that those apes don't make it as far as us, our time to be guardians has long passed us, and your time to protect those you care for is now," The dark yellow elder named Lephisto described out his young apprentice below, while the four looked over at their mates as they approached the light. Their scales shining radiantly in the celestial moon's presence.
"The Night of Eternal Darkness has passed us, and now we must wait another three years to fight the darkness within us, and with love at your side, you will suceed young dragon," the scarlet-colored elder said, his eyes scanning the female named Liana, her ice scales could be easily compared to that of the other dragon below them.
"Ignitus, leave Terrador alone, he lost his only pride and joy in the assault, and his mate is the same there," Liana spoke, her blue eyes making their caring way into Ignitus' fire red eyes. Ignitus made a few steps back away from the earth guardian, his best friend.
"Alliviash, will Elzia recieve the news of this?" The ice blue dragon asked out to the tutor of his mate, the elder's deep blue scales and eyes glimmering with hope as to the news of Elzia finding out.
"My days of visions have passed Cyril, only fate can tell if she recieves our message of the assault and soon coming war," the elder spoke, her eyes going from a glimmer of hope, to a shine of despair.
"But we only have one moon before The Dark Master's forces begin marching on our lands, can't Cirazoke find anything?" Cyril echoed out to the moonlight, his fears staring him right in the face, but his mate's soothing touch gave him a sign of peace again.
"My love, the pool of visions has not given me anything yet on what will happen in the future, be patient, and we'll see this through, together," Cirazoke soothed him, his fears beginning to ebb.
"I'm sorry, I guess the assault got the better of me, our egg has been away from us for so long now, it seems like I've forgotten what peace was like," Cyril spoke back, nuzzling into his lover's warm neck, a purr of love and happiness arising from her vocal chords.
"We all had the same love you share now, and now we are no longer able to share what you do now, never forget what we've done for the dragon race after we pass, we can only hope for the safety of those lost in the shadows, and bring them into the light," The pine green elder named Celto called out to them, his voice shining hope into their hearts once again. Their meeting with these elders neared its end, and with it, the shine of the moon, for dawn was beginning to rise far into the distance.
"Dawn draws near, and so does the army of Malefor, may the ancestors watch over you during this coming battle," Kalamia called out to the younger dragons, their departure from this part of the temple, and back into the sleep they ever so long deserved.