Fire erupts from the ground, shadowed creators walking the earth leaving nothing but destruction in their wakes.

A young boy with short platinum hair sits in the middle of all this destruction. Though he does not show any fear, his scarlet eyes scanning the horizon. Death and pain as far as the eye can see.

"This is what will become of this world if Nokie is not stopped." A voice said, sounding like a soft whisper in the boy's ear.

"How am I supposed to keep this from happing?" the boy said. "I am but one person."

"You must unite us with are vessels." The voice replied. "When you do, give them these."

Just then seven small orbs (about the size of large marbles) appeared and circled around the boy, each one emitting a different color.

The boy takes in a sharp breath. "Dragon spirits, are they the spirits of the originals?"

"No." a second voice answered. "Those dragons have been forced down a different path then that they used to follow."

A look of confusion crossed the boys face. "What do you mean by that?"

"Their minds are no longer theirs… Nokie has reanimated the previous Dragons and Dragoons." The first voice answered.

"Why… why would he do something like that?"

"Nokie is evil, that's kinda what evil beings do." A third voice chimed in. who sounded younger then the others.

"Very well dragons." The boy said softly standing then bowing. "I will find your vessels."

"We suggest that you make haste." Said the first voice as its owner suddenly formed in front of the boy making him jump.

The dragon lowered its head and opened its mouth to speak with the boy directly. Its voice booming nearly shattering the boys ear drums.

"For the third coming of the dragoons is here."

David Nelsons woke with a start, a cold sweat running down his face. He runs his hand through his short brown hair.

"Wow…what a weird dream." With that he just shrugged it of and went to his bathroom and begins brushing his teeth.

Moving in close to the mirror David slide green contacts on and inspected his hair. The platinum roots were beginning to show. He would have to dye his hair soon.

Running down the stairs and into the kitchen he walks by his twin sister Ashley whose sitting at the end of the kitchen table. Grabbing a box of cereal and his favorite bowl accompanied with its friend the spoon he takes a seat across the table from his sister.

Ashley looks up and scoffs loudly. "Couldn't you have worn something more decent?" Referring to the wife-beater and boxers that David wore.

"And your dressed descent?" David replied pointing his spoon at Ashley who was clad in a long T-shirt. (He didn't want to think about what she wore under it…or lack there of)

"Touché, so did you sleep well?"

David stopped eating recollecting the dream he had.

"Well to tell you the truth, I had a dream that dragon spirits came to me and told me to find their vessels." David looks up from his bowl only to see his sister holding back laughter. "Hey that's not funny it seemed real."

Ashley then burst out in laughter. "Well how am I supposed to react?"

"I don't know but you didn't have to laugh at me." David shot back.

Ashley smiled big and replied lightly-heartedly. "Ok then if the "dragons" came to YOU in a dream then where are their "spirits"?"

"Well…I…Uh, I don't know." He said hanging his head.

Suddenly everything stopped and David found himself face to face with a dragon a big…very big…oh hell this thing was HUGE, dragon. The dragon looked down on him its crimson scales glittering brightly.

"My vessel is near." The dragon said. Then showed him a vision that was like he was looking thought the eyes of another person, he saw people…lots of people and rides.

"The Festival!" David yelled

Just as soon as the vision had come it was gone. Time sped back up and he found himself staring at his sister.

"David… DAVID… are you aright. Ashley asked looking a little worried.

David jumped up and looked down at his slightly freaked out sister. "Get dressed were leaving." With that he turned and headed for his room.

"Wait, where are we going?"

David stopped before he got to the stairs turning to her and replying. "To the Festival of Fire."