I realize that some things that I put into my Eclipse Dragoon fic leave some details out, but maybe this will help to fill in the holes.  FYI: until this is done, I won't be working on Eclipse Dragoon.

Disclaimer: I do not own LoD.  Serem, the eclipse dragoon spirit, the eclipse dragon, and the hatchling (as yet unnamed) are all mine.

I was a proud warrior in the Wingly military, until that one fateful day that changed my life forever, and threw my fate into the hands of the humans...

"Hey, Serem!  A dragon was captured, want to come see it?" Iaem, one of my friends asked.

"Yeah, sure..." I sheathed my double bladed sword (Like a katana, but where the dull side of the blade is, there is a serrated cutting edge) strapped it to my waist, and walked out of my room.  I followed Iaem to one of the warp pads in the city, and we warped to where the dragon was being held.

We materialized near the top of a dormant volcano in the southern part of the continent.  As soon as the glow faded, I heard a bellow of pain, and saw the dragon (desc: about 50 ft long, black, with two large silver wings, one row of long, and rear facing spikes on each side of its spine), chained down in the center of a large depression, surrounded by a large crowd of Winglies.  Its wings were in shreds, and it had dozens of bloody wounds all over its body.  As I watched, one Wingly slashed at it, leaving another wound.

"Iaem...what are they doing!?  It's already defeated and captured!  Why do they have to torment it like that!?" I demanded.

"It's said that the human resistance uses dragons in their attacks, so they're all taking it out on that dragon." Iaem responded in a calm tone.

I teleported down to the bottom of the depression, and appeared right in front of the dragon.  We locked eyes for a moment, and I swear I heard the dragon say something.

{Kill me}

"If I free you, do you have the strength to leave?"

{No}

I drew my sword, and held it at my side.  "Are you sure that you want me to kill you?  It seems like such a pity to do so."

Then I saw the incredible pain in the dragon's eyes, and decided to grant its request.  I pulled my sword back, and thrust it into the center of the dragon's head.  When I pulled my sword back, the dragon was dead, but my sword wasn't the only thing to come out...a small black jewel fell out of the wound as well.  I caught it, and it glowed with a dark light, with a few streaks of white in it.

"WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING!?"  One of the Winglies bellowed.

"You people have no honor, torturing a defeated opponent like that!" I raised my sword up and pointed it at him before continuing.  "It's those like you that make me ashamed to be a Wingly!"

A fireball exploded at my feet, and about a dozen of them-I would guess the ones who had done the most damage to the dragon-attacked me.

After a while of fighting them off, I noticed that every time I killed someone, it would incite even more to fight as well.  Damn it!  I can't fight off the whole damn mob!

The jewel that I had caught began to glow, and a shockwave sent my attackers flying back several paces.  I was engulfed in a black sphere, which turned a pure white color, and then vanished.

I looked down at myself, and saw that my armor had changed.  It was now almost completely black, with silver on the shoulder guards and my forearms.  My fingers each ended in a wicked point, and unless I was very much mistaken, I now had a pair of silver wings and spines running down my back as well.

They all came back at me, so I cut down the first few, then noticed that I could combine my Wingly magic with the magical energy generated by the jewel, so I tapped that magic reserve, and...

"Black Lightning!"  Bolts of dark energy collected around my sword, and I pointed it at my nearest opponent, and the bolts jumped from my sword to him, and began spreading out, jumping from target to target.

Only about a dozen of my attackers survived that attack, and they all teleported out within seconds.

I looked up toward the rim of the depression, and saw Iaem looking back.  He waved once, then teleported out.

I walked into a nearby forest, and in a small clearing, and found what must have been the remains of a dragon's nest, but the nest area had been completely destroyed, probably by the same idiots I had killed a few minutes before.  There were bits of eggshell and dead hatchlings in heaps around the clearing.  I heard a small whimper coming from one of the hatchlings, and ran over to look.

There was one hatchling, but it looked like it was barely alive, because it had a pretty bad wound on one shoulder.  I pulled a healing potion out from my pocket, and poured it on the wound, which healed slightly.  The hatchling also stopped whimpering, so I knew that it would be okay until I could get it some help.

After racking my brain for a few minutes, I remembered that the rumors placed the base of the human resistance at a fort near the southwest border of the northern icefields.

I picked the hatchling up on my back, and slowly made my way to the icefields, teleporting as much as I could manage.  After about a week of hard travel (hey, don't laugh...teleporting around with a DRAGON on your back isn't easy...) I managed to stumble upon the fort.

I teleported to the top of one of the walls of the fort and saw 8 people talking together in one of the rooms.  I teleported into that room, and the instant I reappeared, I found a sword, rapier, and spear at my throat, noticed a bow pointed at me, a big warhammer, and a huge axe all ready to strike me down.  I'll also assume that the unarmed guy also had something to throw in my direction.

"Hey...calm down, I'm not here to fight.  I came here to get some help."

"Why should we trust a Wingly?" The unarmed guy growled.

"Typically, you shouldn't, but unfortunately, I'm now considered a traitor, and no matter what I do, if I go back, I will be executed.  Besides, this guy needs some help, and I don't know what else I can do for him.   If I could have my neck back now..."

The three pulled their weapons back, and I set the hatchling down on the ground.  The girl with the bow dropped down to check his injuries, and I sat on the ground next to him.

"You said that you are considered a traitor...why?"  The only one who had not reacted to my presence with an attack-I'll assume he was their leader- asked.

I started telling my story, starting from the dragon and killing the other Winglies, to finding the hatchling, to the journey here.  Their leader, Emperor Diaz, after questioning me for most of the night, accepted my help.

Okay, there's chapter one, about how Serem came to side with the humans.  Here's your chance...I'm going to leave the hatchling's name up to the reviewers.  It is of the dark element, and is officially an Eclipse Dragon.  If I don't get any potential names, I'm just gonna make something up myself.