Chapter 1:Fire of Beasts
The man clad in red and black approached the opening of the volcano top with anticipation. It had taken him years to track down its hiding spot, but no more hiding. He had ventured to every volcano in the northern Hemisphere. Disappointed every time he looked to find the volcano top empty, yet determined to keep going. He would be a tamer of legends. Once he tamed one, he would thereafter tame them all.
The heat coming from around the corner of the rock wall singed his hand as he widened his gait and swinging of arms. He approached the corner and noticed embers drifting to an ethereal end before his eyes. Would he end as these did?
He laughed at that thought. So be it! At least he would end in glorious fire! And with a dragon under his command.
No. It isn't enough to merely reach this point. The dragon wasn't enough, why should dying here suddenly be enough.
He walked a little further and turned to his right towards the volcano top. It was surrounded on three round sides with rock walls jutting inward to a point that once was yet now was a jagged wound.
In the midst, at the center of this cove's base roosted a majestic winged beast atop a lava nest.
It had yellow feathers, with the top of its wings and head cloaked in an eternal flame. A sharp black beak and eyes like charcoal.
The beast's dark eyes locked with his own noble green eyes. He would master this beast as his forefathers had mastered the princedom he ruled over.
It acknowledged that he had a determination in his stance. The beast, known as Moltres, arose upon black talons as the nest of lava parted around it.
He took the all-red capsule ball out of his belt pocket and tossed it on the ground in front of him. It opened on a hinge at one end, and a lightning bolt erupted from the core. Out of the black depth it shot out, a dragon of large, blue body. Its white tail extending from a wide base to a narrow point. The beast was red around the skull, with purple crescent wings that glittered a regal glow.
This Salamence, as the father had named the beast upon discovering it, had dark serpentine eyes that narrowed upon its opponent. A deep, low growl emanated from the Salamence. It was ready to kill.
Moltres let out an ear piercing screech as the flames on its body shot up 5 feet, as they receded, a bright orange glow surrounded Moltres. It flapped its wings and arose in the air, each wing beat causing the volcano top to get ever hotter.
The Salamence roared as the earth trembled. A purple aura surrounded it, blue sparks flew around it like embers of a fire.
The man smiled, the smile turned to a laugh that crescendoed into a mighty cackle. "I swear upon the honor of my forefathers, and the noble Drake Clan, that I, Alastair Drake, son of Lachlan Drake, will defeat and enslave you in battle! Mighty Salamence, go forth and conquer this, a legend!"
Moltres and the Salamence tensed for an imperceptible moment, then they became orange and purple lights crashing towards one another at the speed of sound.
The two beasts of the sky clashed, and the volcano erupted.