Chapter 1

Blue-Eyes White Dragon had found out that Tri-Horned Dragon had escaped his prison. When Blue-Eyes arrived at Tri Horned Dragon's castle, made completely out of stone in less than a night, he immediately spat out a beam of light blue power, which pushed Tri-Horned Dragon into a stone wall, leaving a giant hole where it was.

"Blue-Eyes!" Tri-Horned Dragon exclaimed. "I am going to destroy you for what you did to me many years ago! NOW DIE!" With that, Tri-Horned Dragon swiped at Blue-Eyes, who fell to the ground in pain, already with many scratches.

"How is it that you are so much more powerful than the last time we fought?" asked Blue-Eyes.

"Quite simple," was the reply. "I have been provided with magic from a very loyal right-hand man." Tri-Horned Dragon approached Blue-Eyes White Dragon, with a look of contempt. "Goodbye, old enemy," the dark dragon whispered.

Meanwhile, at the center of Lob, a man and a wolf see that there is a line up where a bunch of monsters from each of the tribes are registering to enter a battle tournament.

"Hey, Milus," the man says, "think I could win this tournament if I enter?"

"Not a chance, Gazelle," replies Milus the Silver Fang.

"And why not?"

"Because," Milus goes on. "I am signing up too, and I'm going to beat you no doubt."

"Yeah, sure" the young man says sarcastically. "Whatever you say, but just because you are my friend, doesn't mean I'll go easy on you."

"You don't have to, because I'll win no matter how hard you go on me."

The two friends walk in line, but a big, muscled man pushes in front of Milus. "Hey!" Milus exclaimed. "What did you do that for?" The big man didn't seem to notice Milus. "I'm talking to you! Answer me!"

"Wha-?" the muscled man suddenly turned to face Milus. "Who're you?"

"I'm Milus and this is Gazelle." He pointed to his friend.

"Yeah? What're you doin' here?"

"We're signing up for the tournament," Milus said happily.

"No you're not!" said the man.

"Yes I am!" Milus exclaimed. "What are you talking about?"

"You're so weak, you won't even be able to survive signing up, because you're such a weakling!" the man laughed as he signed himself in.

"Oh yeah? You wanna prove it?"

"Sir," the muscled man turned to Gazelle. "I suggest you give your dog a whipping!"

"He's not my dog," Gazelle said in an annoyed tone. "He's my friend."

"Well, then you and your "friend" will be pummeled!"

"Yes, yes, love the enthusiasm," a voice said. "I have to ask you, though, to please save most of it for the battles. See, audiences love that stuff during fights." The man that said this walked by them.

Gazelle and Milus glared at the man, and the man glared back, then walked off. They signed up and were led to where they would sleep for the night. The next day, the tournament would start.