Sad news everyone. A fellow author might not be with us for a few months as he put it. Lets wish him the best of luck so that he can come back to FanFiction! This chapter is dedicated to Bouncyball2002.

Dextrox checked over his calculations to make sure that they were accurate. Dextrox then opened a cupboard which he stored some of his stuff in and took out a few potion flasks. He also took out the potion that he had made for the Goblin taming project. It was the potion that had a drop of Dark Elixir inside. Dextrox placed them onto the table and thought, How do I start? He sat there pondering how to start a project like this. He sat there on his small spruce wooden stool. Dextrox's mind was full of mathematics from the checking of his calculations for the project. After a few minutes Dextrox was experiencing a severe case of a rare block called Alchemist's Block. Alchemist's Block is the term used to describe the lack of ideas that an Alchemist could get when he, she or it could not think of anything that could help their current project. Dextrox groaned in frustration. He could not get any ideas to pop into his head. He tried everything to get the stupid Alchemist's Block out of his head but all his efforst ended in vain. Even his calming spells didn't have much effect. Dextrox gave up so he flopped onto his bunk and sat there trying to battle the Alchemist's Block. Dextrox groaned in frustration. He was groaning and rolling on his bed. He wanted a distraction, and he got one.

The Town Hall bell was ringing! Dextrox heard a yell, "RAID!" Dextrox quickly initiated his raid drill by quickly hiding all his belongings in the secure basement of the Laboratory. He then looked out of the door of his Laboratory. He saw a battalion of Barbarians charging at him! Dextrox prepared a electric spell to throw at the barbarians. "WHAT IS THAT!?" Dextrox heard a voice yell. Dextrox saw it too, it was a flying heck of a beast. It's wings were beating wildly. It spewed fire at the village. The villagers screamed in horror as they got fatal or near fatal burns. Dextrox remembered a picture of one of these beasts. It was a mythical Dragon! Dextrox gulped as he remembered a story that he was told when he was young by his parents.

Once there was a village high up in the hills of the world. They had Elixir veins that overflowed and Gold Mines which were lined in pure gold. Dark Elixir spewed out of the hill at rates un-calculable to them. Their protectors, undefeatable. Their army's power, unstoppable. Until one day. The sun was high above them. They were living life to their fullest. But the Earth did not like all the Elixir, Dark Elixir and Gold being taken out of it. The Earth called out to the god Supercell to beg the village gone. At first Supercell did not want to but as they became too pampered with their lives, they forgot to give their weekly tribute to it. Supercell was mad and ordered the Earth to turn the place into a wasteland. Earth controlled the weather to make it harsh for the villagers there. The clouds hailed upon the village. Tornadoes and hurricanes battered the village. Earthquakes crushed the remains of the once beautiful village. After the torment that the Earth had created, the surviving villagers were relieved to be alive. But Supercell was not done with them yet. It summoned all his power and brought forth a creature from his imagination that would destroy the village. It created something to blow the village to smithereens. He had created the end to the village. The horrendous and terrifying creature was called a Dragon. It burned through all the remains of the village and killed the remaining villagers there. The whole place was turned into ashes as the defenses of the village were unable to destroy the Dragons. These Dragons were called the Master Dragons. 10 Master Dragons in all and the King Dragon. The King Dragon is the ruler of all the Dragons. It's name is Drago. It turned the village into it's nest and it fed on all the Elixir there. The Earth was commanded by Supercell to retract the Dark Elixir veins there. If that was not one then the Dragon race would soon overpower the Earth. None know the location of this mountain but human-kind are still searching, in order to defeat the majestic King Dragon.

Dextrox stood there, frozen in shock. His legs and arms just could not move but he felt a tugging feeling that made him want to jump to the side. His body then instinctively dived to the side. Behind him where he just stood a few moments ago was a flashing and shiny bronze sword. The barbarian squad had caught up to him. He quickly jumped out of the way of the barbarians who were starting to surround him. As he jumped to the side saw something on the edge of the woods. It looked like a cloaked man. As if he wanted to be anomynous. Dextrox's attention was pulled back to the current state of importance. The barbarians were tightening their circle. They got closer to him step by step. Their mad grins were displayed on their face like blood on snow. Then, when Dextrox was about to lose all hope a loud roar flooded the valley. The mysterious man at the edge of the woods had roared to his barbarians. They sneered at Dextrox and turned to run back into the woods but some were straggling behind. The Dragon which had burnt most of the village had also retreated. Suddenly a amazing burst of light enveloped the village. The straggling troops turned into gravestones. These gravestones were worth about 20 liters of Elixir each. Dextrox saw that this shimmering shield stayed up until dissipating a few seconds later. In it's place was a super thin, glass like wall. But Dextrox had seen this sort of wall before. It was called a Shield, the Alchemist Academy also had one. They usually came after a battle. Supercell doesn't want to many villagers to die because of a raid. So it put up a limit to how long you can battle. Gems can be given as tribute to Supercell so that it can make a Shield over the village without the expense of a raid. But a weaker village like the one Dextrox was working in did not have a brilliant Gem production.

Dextrox stood up and walked to the Town Hall. His sense of adrenaline was slowly lessening. He started to feel a numbness in his leg. He realized that an Archer had shot him without him noticing but the arrow shaft had broken off leaving only the arrow head in his calf. He squirmed as he tried to pull out the arrow head from his leg. He sat down and groaned in the pain of the removal of the arrow head. The arrow head had hooks on them that stayed in the flesh so it would be hard and extremely painful to remove. Dextrox resorted to a tactic of pulling then waiting then pulling and waiting. Eventually he was able to remove the arrow head that was buried deep within his leg. The ashes of the grass all around him were covered in Dextrox's blood. Dextrox used a spell to seal up the wound. He then boosted his immune system so that he could produse blood more quickly and so he could battle any infection that would reside in his wound. He stood up and was a bit woozy from the blood loss. He staggered on to the now burnt down location of the Town Hall. He limped past a few villagers who were covered in near fatal burns. Dextrox felt all the sadness and loss in the air.

A few tears came from his eyes as he walked past many dead villagers. Some he recognized some he didn't. Dextrox thought of what they would be doing. Buying wheat, eggs, bread or selling their products. Dextrox felt saddened by the extreme loss his village has sustained. The storages, fully looted, the houses, totally destroyed, the farms, all ruined. The smoke was still burning from the fire the Dragon had caused. He arrived at the Town Hall. The whole place was in ruins. The whole thing was in little stone pieces on the ground. Jeb, who was severely injured, was working on rebuilding. But he did not look like he was in the mood to. He looked, sad. Dextrox knew something was wrong and he turned around a stone pillar.

"Oh no..." Dextrox said. Those were the first words he had said since the raid. He walked towards the bodies.

Dextrox saw a few of the survivaing villagers surrounding the bodies. They were mourning for their deaths. Dextrox came close by. Jeb had stopped working and came up to Dextrox. His eyes were full of tears. Dextrox also started tearing up. They went to a hill and buried the bodies. The largest gravestone read,

R.I.P

Our glorious Chief

Chief Sarius, Let him rest here, and may his spirit roam the universe with his ancestory.

Rest in peace, Chief Sarius, live happily.

Dextrox realized how much Chief Sarius meant to him during his funeral. Even Jeb was sad. All the surviving villagers came. But one. Alex, who was the only one who got to safety, did not attend his funeral.

Dextrox left his funeral after about a hour of mourning for his death. As he was walking to a undefined area. He heard a loud voice coming from the remains of the Town Hall. It was Alex, and he was rallying the survivors.

"Attention everyone!" Alex boomed

Everyone looked at the Head Villager.

"I have an announcement to make." Alex declared

"What is that announcement, you double-crosser for not letting anyone else into the basement of the Town Hall?" Jeb demanded

The villagers gasped. That was why the Chief was now dead.

"If I didn't then I would have died!" Alex declared displaying his narcissism.

"Let me at him!" Jeb said as he was held back by Dextrox and another villager who Dextrox did not meet before. Dextrox thanked the villager without using words as Dextrox's leg was still a bit numb.

"So now," Alex started leaving a pause for suspense, "I declare myself Chief!"

"I was his Head Villager so I automatically get Chief position." Alex explained to the villagers

"Unless someone challenges you!" Jeb shouted, "And that's what I am going to do!"

Alex seemed a bit unsure of the challenge. He quickly hid his confusion because he realized he didn't want to show weakness to Jeb, "Lets do this Jeb. Heads will roll. But not in my direction..."

Clang, Clang, Clang. A bell was ringing. It was the Town Hall bell. It had been salvaged from the remains of the Town Hall and was now hung onto a frame which was very crude due to the burns but worked fine. A makeshift arena had been placed for the competition, which was a fight to the death. On the west side stood Jeb and on the East, Alex. Alex had taken the only full body armor from the Town Hall's basement. Jeb only had his regular clothing plus a thick leather jacket. Dextrox sat on Jeb's side with only a few other villagers. Most villagers sat on the side of Alex. Not because they liked him more but because they didn't have much hope for Jeb. Jeb had made an announcement Dextrox before the battle. 'If I win it will be great, but if I lose at least I don't have to serve under that traitor.' Dextrox knew that if Jeb lost he would be sent away because of the food incident. Alex had lost all of his dignity due to that experience. Now Alex had been given a sword by his companion. Dextrox watched closely. Alex and his partner were discussing some sort of tactic. Dextrox kept his guard up. He also told Jeb to keep his guard up and his morale up as well. A villager who used to work with Chief Sarius as his messenger explained the rule. The rule was that it was a fight to the death.

Thunder clouds were rolling in the sky. Rain poured onto the battlefield. Jeb and Alex locked eye contact. Alex had a smug grin on his face while Jeb didn't show any facial expression.

"3, 2, 1, FIGHT!" yelled the judge.

Jeb and Alex charged...

I am saving the fight for next chapter. It will make something to look forward to! Constructive criticism is appreciated. Bouncyball2002 still needs to make his full return. Lets all hope he comes back soon!