A large dragon walked into the interior of a dark, damp cave. Her scales were a deathly purple, along with strong wings, the leathery skin was red-violet, which were folded around her shoulders. Her eyes were ruby red, and seemed to be empty. Her black-clawed feet crunched against the ground, which was littered with the bones of various creatures. Using her spear-tipped tail she knocked a skull out of her way, sending it rolling towards her right. She walked for what seemed like hours, until she came upon a large chamber. It was lit by black fire. A throne made of dragon bone was set at the back. Atop it sat a pure black dragon, with blood red eyes. The bones came from the original elders of the dragon clan, whom he had been banished from. Skull. The female dragon walked up to him, and unfurling her wings, bowed before him. Skull smiled, a contorted, twisted smile.
“Ah, Death, my most trusted friend, and beloved. I trust your hunt went well?” he said, his voice was hollow, but at the same time, eerie, and could have sent any creature running for their lives. Death smiled back, her ruby eyes lightening slightly, a strange gleam in them. A contorted, twisted, darkly affectionate gleam. She rose slightly, though her head was still bowed. “Aye, it did, my lord, and beloved, Skull,” Death said, her voice almost as blood-chilling as her… love’s.
“How are our eggs, my lord Skull?” she asked, that same dark affection in her eyes no sounded in her voice. “War, and Famine are looking after our children, my beloved.”
Death nodded her approval. She got up, and walked down a different tunnel in Skull’s Labyrinth. She came to another room, this one heated by everlasting flame. Two dragons stood before the entrance, and nodded to Death, stepping from her path. One was a blackish blue, and the other was the color of dried blood. Famine and War. She stepped past them, and examined a nest, which held three eggs, one deep red, one sapphire blue, and the third, which was larger than the other two, was black. And I mean pure black. The color black that no light can penetrate. The color of the Void, though no one alive could tell you what it looks like.
Meanwhile, in the Dragon Lands…
A young dragon was curled up into a ball, sleeping. Her brilliant silver scales reflected the dim purple light of the nearing dawn. Her pearly white wings were folded tightly around her, concealing her paws, which possessed lethal ivory claws. A seven-sided star shone silver-purple on her brow. A royal-blue dragonfly was flitting around her, buzzing like mad.
“C’mon, Cascade, move your scaly butt! Wake up!” It said in a strange voice. (Just imagine what a bee might sound like if it spoke English) The dragon, Cascade, snorted and flicked at the dragonfly with her spiked tail. “It’s not dawn yet, go away Tempest,” she grunted.
“Ah, Death, my most trusted friend, and beloved. I trust your hunt went well?” he said, his voice was hollow, but at the same time, eerie, and could have sent any creature running for their lives. Death smiled back, her ruby eyes lightening slightly, a strange gleam in them. A contorted, twisted, darkly affectionate gleam. She rose slightly, though her head was still bowed. “Aye, it did, my lord, and beloved, Skull,” Death said, her voice almost as blood-chilling as her… love’s.
“How are our eggs, my lord Skull?” she asked, that same dark affection in her eyes no sounded in her voice. “War, and Famine are looking after our children, my beloved.”
Death nodded her approval. She got up, and walked down a different tunnel in Skull’s Labyrinth. She came to another room, this one heated by everlasting flame. Two dragons stood before the entrance, and nodded to Death, stepping from her path. One was a blackish blue, and the other was the color of dried blood. Famine and War. She stepped past them, and examined a nest, which held three eggs, one deep red, one sapphire blue, and the third, which was larger than the other two, was black. And I mean pure black. The color black that no light can penetrate. The color of the Void, though no one alive could tell you what it looks like.
Meanwhile, in the Dragon Lands…
A young dragon was curled up into a ball, sleeping. Her brilliant silver scales reflected the dim purple light of the nearing dawn. Her pearly white wings were folded tightly around her, concealing her paws, which possessed lethal ivory claws. A seven-sided star shone silver-purple on her brow. A royal-blue dragonfly was flitting around her, buzzing like mad.
“C’mon, Cascade, move your scaly butt! Wake up!” It said in a strange voice. (Just imagine what a bee might sound like if it spoke English) The dragon, Cascade, snorted and flicked at the dragonfly with her spiked tail. “It’s not dawn yet, go away Tempest,” she grunted.
