Disclaimer: I'm only going to do this once, I own nothing in the story except my OC's
The massive Demon Dragon known as Malchior roared in triumph as it reached for the only thing that could possibly be a threat to itself. A young, pale, girl with violet hair and a white cloak who floated defiantly in front of him. "Did you think you could defeat me?" he roared, "I taught you everything you know."
"You taught me magic," she yelled, "but I've also learned a new curse!" using her powers she called the book Malchior had been trapped in and cried out, "Aldruon en Lenthranell Losolaneeris NOR!"
Malchior reared back from the young girl, for a moment, until he realized that that was not the spell Rorek had used to imprison him. A brilliant flash of energy erupted from the book and suddenly faded to nothing.
Malchior laughed in his victory seizing the young girl in his claws, and began to squeeze, attempting to crush her in the palm of his hand.
"Let her go, Dragon!"
Malchior turned to face the thundering voice, wondering what sane human would dare challenge him, a demon dragon. As he smelled the air though, his mind was clouded in confusion. "You!" he roared at the solitary figure on top the tower, "in all my years, I have never smelled the likes of someone such as yourself, what…what are you?"
The tall young man brushed some of his brown hair away from his eyes and laughed menacingly, "I'm your worst nightmare."
Malchior, outraged by this human's impudence, dropped the nearly unconscious girl onto the tower roof, and advanced on the young man standing across the tower from him. The dragon reared his head back and released a pillar of devastating fire at his target. The flames enveloped the young warrior, hiding him completely from view. Somehow, though, a powerful voice was laughing from inside the flames, "Is that all you've got? That's pathetic!" The flames cleared to reveal the young man standing there surrounded by a faintly glowing energy shield, his body was not even slightly singed by the inferno. His eyes drifted shut, and he seemed to concentrate. Brilliant light surrounded his figure, it rapidly grew in intensity until it was far too bright to look at. An unseen wind kicked up around him, blowing his hair and black padded armor.
The young girl, whose cloak had magically faded from white to blue, hesitantly looked up at the source of the light, noting that all her friends were coming to. She stared in awe at the glowing person that stood atop their tower. Malchior, however, saw this scene through the magical perspective of a dragon; he saw the strain that this was putting on his opponent, but he also witnessed the tremendous amount of magical energy flowing around him. For the first time in his lengthy existence, he was afraid. The young warrior slowly lifted his head, his eyes snapped open, shining a brilliant white, even brighter than the light that surrounded him.
A growl formed deep in his throat. "Holy!" he snarled, and the entire world lit up like a star. The dragon looked around in abject terror at the raw magical power that shone around him. Countless beams of incredibly brilliant energy slammed into his body from all directions, tearing the body of the demon dragon apart. The light continued to build in intensity until it hid the creature from view. The light peaked in its intensity, and instantly faded away, leaving everyone rubbing their eyes, trying to see in the now seemingly dim daylight. The five friends looked around franticly for the dragon, expecting to see at least his mangled form lying around somewhere, however, there was no sign of the creature. It had been completely obliterated by the blast.
"Dude," said a short, green skinned member of the group, "What was that?"
The young sorceress looked around, searching the area, "Why don't we ask him?" she said pointing to the young man on the far end of the roof, leaning heavily on a handrail.
As if on cue, the young man collapsed to the ground, unconscious by the time he hit.