She dropped it on the grass as it burst into flame, and a small, scaley oceanic-blue dragon looked up at her. She was dumbstruck by its beautiful scales, but heard yelling coming closer and saw Orcs making their way up the mountain. Rael, where are you? She thought as she picked the dragon up and raced down the other side of the mountain.
As I walked down the large hall to them I caught a glimpse of myself in a large and shiny stalactite. I brushed my mane back from my face, picked some leftover goats-meat from my fangs and straightened some scales on my chest that had become messy from changing altitude.
Nine feet tall, mouth bursting with giant yellow teeth. I gather my courage and travel further down the caverns. It seems they can’t see me. It’s probably the work of a mirror spell. Only High Mage Ezra is capable of casting those. I can see them but they can’t see me. There seems to be hundreds - no - thousands of them down here. Somebody’s building an army! I have to alert the High Council of this now. How could they not know this is going on beneath their feet? But then I hear footsteps. My mouth reacts quick and casts a forget-me-not spell and I duck into the shadows - who I see coming down the steps astounds me. The High Council! Of course, Cecil, how could you be so stupid! They’re in on it.
I had to think quick and creatively. I swooped into the sea, floating on the water. I clenched my fist together and punched into the water, creative a tsunami. I didn’t stop there though. The ships were still visible and orcs were drowning. I’ll end this quick. I froze the water leaving their heads unfrozen. I grabbed a good amount of water, creating a water tornado and I leaped out into the middle of the ice. About fifty orcs heads sticking out of ice and before the orcs could move any more, I moved in a circular motion with my hands, slicing their heads off.
My Ma and Da were killed. I’m outside, they’re cut in half. I’m furious, I want whoever did this dead. Then I see an army of creatures, they don’t look like me. Their skin is black and green. They’re wearing really heavy armour. They see me and charge towards me. I freeze but a dragon picks me up. My Da used to tell me stories of dragon warriors and how I had a brother who was one but was killed years ago before I was born. The dragon rider takes me up to their mountain. There are hundreds of dragons, I thought it was a myth. I am thrown into a cage. A man named Alex who kind of looks like me starts asking what I had to do with the Orcs.