Chapter 1

Summary: Modern AU! The Big Four...Guardians of the World. They say that they protect they protect the world from Darkness. So where were they when it took over? Without them, we were the last line of defense if they disappeared, but even we weren't enough and we were forced into hiding. But now that time is over. It's time to fight. For our hopes. For our dreams. AND FOR OUR DRAGONS!

(A/N: Rated T for death, swearing and teenagers)

(Story Begins)

*BOOM*

"GUAAH" A figure was sent flying into a wall, blood dripping out of the corner of his mouth. His eyes widened as a black sand dragon was about to ram him! Thinking quickly, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath, gathering as much energy as possible. Just as the dragon was getting closer, his eyes shot open, revealing them to be reptilian slit red! And out of his mouth, shot a torrent of flames! The dragon gave one final shreik of pain as it fully turned to glass.

The boy jumped down from the wall as it made contact, completely shattering it. As the shards fell, the boy looked at them in sadness, "Sorry...Nightmare Dragon" He picked up his scythe and continued to tread on, not looking back. As he ran, he didn't notice that he was being followed.

His follower was a female. She had long flowing black hair that covered the right side of her face, sparkling grey eyes with black eye liner and pale skin and a black scarf covering the bottom half of her face. She wore a black t-shirt, black pants and knee high boots. What a strange person' she thought as she watched him continue to run, 'even though the dragon was a fake, he treated like it was real'

"TIMORE!" a gruff voice spoke within her head, bringing her out of thought, "Status report"

"Relax, Bludvist" the girl, Timore scolds as she began to walk away, "the dragon was triggered by a false alarm. Really, you should feed those dragons"

The voice of Drago Bludvist grunts in annoyance, "Take your complaints about feeding the beasts to your father. He said that they feed on fear"

'Well maybe it's because nobody's scared of him' she thought.

You guessed heard right, Timore Black is the daughter of Pitch Black. Who would have a kid with that creep, will be one of the worlds greatest mysteries. Unlike her father, she doesn't like spreading fear all over the world. Of course, she needs to spread fear, but not to the point where you dominate everything.

The daughter of Fear looked in the direction of where the boy with the scythe was going, and created a butterfly made out of sand.

"Follow the boy, then fly back as soon as you can" she said to it before it flew away.

'You've peeked my interest' she thought as she sunk into the shadows, 'R**d*mFl**e1*'

(Line Break)

"...awn...Shawn"

Shawn was awakened by a nudge on his shoulder. He looked to see his grandpa, looking at him in concern as they stopped at a red light, the only other color besides black, grey, and yellow.

"Are you OK" he asked.

"Y-yeah, I was um...sleeping?" Shawn said, though he didn't believe it. Neither did Randal.

"You sure" he asked, "you were mumbling things in your sleep"

"What did I say"

"You said 'sorry' and 'interesting'" he said as the light turned green; another color besides the usual, and drove off, "what were you dreaming about"

"It was about...huh, what was I dreaming about" he hummed to himself. It was unusual to have the same dream twice. Especially in one day. It was even impossible to have the same nightmare in one week.

"If you don't want to talk about, you don't have to" the elder said with a smile. It was rare for people to actually smile. But for Shawn's grandpa, he always found away to smile. And make him smile.

"It's not that, it's just-"

"It's ok, I get it" he interrupted with a mischief smile. You really don't see those anymore.

"You do"

"Yeah, all 15 year olds have those perverted dreams"

"G-GRANDPA!"

"HAHAHAHAHA!"

"...hehe...HAHAHA!"

Soon the car was filled with crazy cackles. Now it was against the rules to have fun. But Randal did not give a damn. He did whatever he could to get his grandson to smile once.

As the laughter died down, Shawn asked, "Hey grandpa...what's a Timore"

"..."

"...Grandpa"

"Huh, oh" he blinked before chuckling, "sorry kid, I'm getting so old, my hearings numb"

"But you're only 50" he said as he sweat dropped.

"Timore means fear in Latin" he smiled warmly before chuckling, "and boy was she scary"

'She' he thought confusedly. Before he could even ask what he meant, they arrived at Shawn's school. At the front of the school were buff guards wearing modern-Viking armor. They inspect the students eyes, to make sure that their yellow.

"Alright, I will see you at 3:00" he said as he reached into the back seat and pulled out Shawn's backpack and handed it to him, "learn something new and stay out of trouble. If you do want to start trouble-"

"Don't get caught" Shawn interrupted as he got out the car.

"That's my boy" he said as the door slammed shut. He sighed as the guards got in his grandson's face and inspected his eyes before letting him in. He gripped the steering wheel as one pushed him inside.

He sighed, calming himself down before driving off.

(Line Break)

Randal parked his car in the garage and went inside the house.

He walked down the hallway before stopping at a door. He put his hand on the door nob and concentrated.

Steam erupted from door before being enveloped in flames! As the flames died down, all that was left was a stone wall. On the wall was a symbol of a creature with wings that resembles a bat, curved up in a ball. At the end of the ball, the creature's tail seemed to have a flap of some kind.

This was the symbol of a Night Fury, The Alpha of the Dragons! It was the first dragon of it's kind to be trained by humans. But one day he and his rider disappeared. Along with his comrades.

Randal touched the symbol and concentrated again. The symbol glowed a red orange color, causing the stone wall to slide back and sink into the ground!

Randal was about to take a step forward, but started coughing. He quickly cover his mouth, making sure nothing comes out. He looked at his hand and noticed something red and wet.

Blood.

'Damn...everyday it's getting harder to do that' he thought as he walked inside the secret room, 'the more magic I use, the more it takes a toll on me'

Inside the room, it was large and colorful. The walls were painted forest green and trimmed red. On one side the wall were paintings of beautiful yellow flowers. On the other side was targets used for archery, test dummies and punching bags.

There was a whole wrack of weapons filled with bows and arrows, swords, knives, shields, axes and more.

He looked into the mirror that was hanging on the side of a wall. He noticed that his red hair got more dull and more grey streaks appeared.

'Yeah, I'm not as young as as I use to be' he thought as he scratched his hair. He noticed something gleaming in the mirror.

He turned around to see something under a cloak, leaning against a brown arm chair. He walked over and pulled the cloak off of the revealing a scythe!

He hefted scythe up and and gave a few test swings. He looked at one of the dummies and got into a swinging position. He closed his eyes and once again concentrated.

Steam erupted from the blade and began to glow a red orange color. His eyes shot open revealing reptilian slit red eyes! With a shout, he swung his scythe and shot a flames in a crescent shaped form!

The flames hit their target, causing a massive explosion! He twirled his scythe around before swiping down, extinguishing the flames.

"Yup" he said to himself smirking, "I still got it"

He then heard a growl on the other side of the room. Randal's body tensed before crouching low, stalking slowly to the source of the noise. He turned the corner and saw a sight that made his heart quake.

A magnificent creature with beautiful black and red wings and flaps on its tail, black scales and slit yellow eyes groaning in pain. This was a dragon! And not just any dragon, a hybrid between a Night Fury and a Monstrous Nightmare! A Night Flame! His Night Flame!

The dragon looked just as old as it's rider. Randal dropped his scythe and quickly ran over to check on his companion. The dragon seem to fallen and is struggling to get up.

"Oh my gods, R" he said as he helped the dragon to it's feet, "*grunts* you should be resting." He guided the old dragon, R to it's pen and slowly helped him down.

R rested his head on Randal's lap and closed his eyes. The old man smiles, "Yeah, were getting old"

He looked to the left and eyed the map attatched to the wall. He sighed, 'To old...I'll soon have to tell Shawn the truth'

The dragon nudge Randal in the gut, as if sensing his despair. He looked down to see the dragon looking at him with concern. He smiled and scratches the dragon behind the ear. The dragon purred and relaxed. The old man smiled and leaned back and relaxed.

Unbeknownst to him, a small black sand horse was watching the whole thing! The horse quickly dashed out the room, and into the fear-o-meter.

(Line Break)

In an unknown location, the small horse pops out of a hole and presented itself to it's master.

"What is it" a British voice said. The horse turned into a cloud of sand, and projected the image of Randal holding the scythe from earlier.

"Well that makes a lot of sense" a voice said from behind him. Pitch turned around and smirked at his best asset. His asset had jet black hair, amber yellow eyes and pale skin. He wore a long black cape over an obsidian black armored chest plate, black cargo pants, black combat boots and black gloves.

"Randal Flare, Random Flame" he said before chuckling, "that is clever"

"Will he be dealt with" the King of Fear asked.

"Definitely" he replied with an evil smirk.