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Now they everyone read the background of the whole plot, I'll repost this. What I wrote before happened a long time ago, this stuff is happening right now.
In a place, far, far away from the Darklands, where the sun didn't shine, the grass didn't grow and sharp, rocky cliffs rose high above the land like daggers pointed at the sky, a lone dragon sat atop the tallest of the peaks. The rising smoke from the fires below nearly shrouded the black-as-night figure from view and the low hanging clouds which prevented even a speck of sunlight from shining through, trapped the smoke below, creating a permanent, dull grey smog.
Below her, hundreds of other dragons ranging from green, to red, to blue and more, shuffled through the narrow passages and tunnels leading around and through the mountainous peaks. Their scales were ragged and torn, some even had bald patches of skin where the scales, ripped off time and time again, never grew back.
The black dragon watched, a small smirk curling at the corners of her mouth. Their Tribe was progressing, it was almost time.
Another, slightly smaller dragon of the same color landed beside her and bowed respectfully "Your Majesty" He began, still lowered in his bow, waiting for her to give her permission to give his report.
"Sadon" She greeted him cooly and invited him to speak.
Sadon stood up again "We've recruited a dozen more younglings from the village of Ceylon. They are dry, all the ones worth taking have been taken."
The mysterious black dragon nodded slowly "Good, give the order to Althalos to destroy them. Leave no survivors, just like the last."
"Yes your Majesty" Sadon replied, bowing once more before taking flight and disappearing into the thick cloud of smoke below.
In a place, far, far away from the Darklands, where the sun didn't shine, the grass didn't grow and sharp, rocky cliffs rose high above the land like daggers pointed at the sky, a lone dragon sat atop the tallest of the peaks. The rising smoke from the fires below nearly shrouded the black-as-night figure from view and the low hanging clouds which prevented even a speck of sunlight from shining through, trapped the smoke below, creating a permanent, dull grey smog.
Below her, hundreds of other dragons ranging from green, to red, to blue and more, shuffled through the narrow passages and tunnels leading around and through the mountainous peaks. Their scales were ragged and torn, some even had bald patches of skin where the scales, ripped off time and time again, never grew back.
The black dragon watched, a small smirk curling at the corners of her mouth. Their Tribe was progressing, it was almost time.
Another, slightly smaller dragon of the same color landed beside her and bowed respectfully "Your Majesty" He began, still lowered in his bow, waiting for her to give her permission to give his report.
"Sadon" She greeted him cooly and invited him to speak.
Sadon stood up again "We've recruited a dozen more younglings from the village of Ceylon. They are dry, all the ones worth taking have been taken."
The mysterious black dragon nodded slowly "Good, give the order to Althalos to destroy them. Leave no survivors, just like the last."
"Yes your Majesty" Sadon replied, bowing once more before taking flight and disappearing into the thick cloud of smoke below.
