A/N I am attempting to write a good adventure story, but I really can't
think of anything but Dragons to write about
Firan flew up, just barely avoiding the sword that was being thrown at him. Then, his sister, Sunari, entered the battle. Two Dragons verses two regular Human warriors. No contest. Firan was in trouble though. Sunari couldn't help him as she was penetrated by a mere knife. But the aim was true. It surged right through her organs and strait through her heart. Slowly, the life was draining from her. But she did one last final effort to help her brother. She slashed at the Humans with her huge hand, and it was her last effort. She collapsed, and died. Firan wasn't going to let this happen. "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO" Firan called, but it was in a dragon language, so it just was a roar to any normal human. But these weren't any normal Humans, as Firan would find out soon enough. First, they glowed, and then, his father's soul flew up into the Human. "Father, No! You couldn't have let them kill you? Why? Why did you surrender your soul to that pitiful Human?" Firan would never know the answer. One struck out with extreme accuracy, and the other with extreme force. It was all Firan could take. He collapsed, and another dragoon spirit was born. Now I know why you helped him, Father. Now I truly do know why.
10 Years Later
Grandera sat with her friends, only a few days older than her. They were a few years old, and they were about the size of a kid about ten years old. Sumarian, Folcry, Elekronia, Shade, Leerian, Felkrian, and Crania were all close friends. They knew how their forefathers had been killed, their souls imprisoned in gems, and their spirit assisting more dragon deaths. Humans. The races shuddered at the word. Regole was a great warrior, and was killed, just by a better warrior. Only Grandera understood that. The same happened with Feyrbrand. Michael was wise in joining the ancient warrior. She often came into the village and told the battles they had fought, and Grandera envied Rose, seeing and being able to prove yourself worthy to fight, rather than sit around and train, never battling a stronger opponent, never tasting defeat, never learning new ways of battle. She was sick and tired of sitting around, doing nothing. I'll not sit around any longer. Tonight I leave to prove myself. Not only to myself, but to the village. I am like the ancient Claire, sick and tired of fighting. And with that she packed her few possessions, and flew off into the darkest of night.
A/N How was the first chappie? Good? No? Tell me!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Anyway, I'm going to right one chapter for each dragon's perspective, and then once each dragon has a chapter, I'll start again where we left off with
Grandera. Bye!
Firan flew up, just barely avoiding the sword that was being thrown at him. Then, his sister, Sunari, entered the battle. Two Dragons verses two regular Human warriors. No contest. Firan was in trouble though. Sunari couldn't help him as she was penetrated by a mere knife. But the aim was true. It surged right through her organs and strait through her heart. Slowly, the life was draining from her. But she did one last final effort to help her brother. She slashed at the Humans with her huge hand, and it was her last effort. She collapsed, and died. Firan wasn't going to let this happen. "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO" Firan called, but it was in a dragon language, so it just was a roar to any normal human. But these weren't any normal Humans, as Firan would find out soon enough. First, they glowed, and then, his father's soul flew up into the Human. "Father, No! You couldn't have let them kill you? Why? Why did you surrender your soul to that pitiful Human?" Firan would never know the answer. One struck out with extreme accuracy, and the other with extreme force. It was all Firan could take. He collapsed, and another dragoon spirit was born. Now I know why you helped him, Father. Now I truly do know why.
10 Years Later
Grandera sat with her friends, only a few days older than her. They were a few years old, and they were about the size of a kid about ten years old. Sumarian, Folcry, Elekronia, Shade, Leerian, Felkrian, and Crania were all close friends. They knew how their forefathers had been killed, their souls imprisoned in gems, and their spirit assisting more dragon deaths. Humans. The races shuddered at the word. Regole was a great warrior, and was killed, just by a better warrior. Only Grandera understood that. The same happened with Feyrbrand. Michael was wise in joining the ancient warrior. She often came into the village and told the battles they had fought, and Grandera envied Rose, seeing and being able to prove yourself worthy to fight, rather than sit around and train, never battling a stronger opponent, never tasting defeat, never learning new ways of battle. She was sick and tired of sitting around, doing nothing. I'll not sit around any longer. Tonight I leave to prove myself. Not only to myself, but to the village. I am like the ancient Claire, sick and tired of fighting. And with that she packed her few possessions, and flew off into the darkest of night.
A/N How was the first chappie? Good? No? Tell me!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Anyway, I'm going to right one chapter for each dragon's perspective, and then once each dragon has a chapter, I'll start again where we left off with
Grandera. Bye!