Just trying something out here. I got an idea while driving home, and this is what it blossomed into. Not quite sure how far it will go, but I think it is interesting.
THE NEW WORLD- Prologue Pt. 1 (Ayr)
It was a magnificent creature. Its thin tails flowed behind its long body. It- or rather he- had scales speckled in deep blue and burnt orange. His wings were at least that of its full length, which was impressive, considering that from head to tails, he was at least 75 meters. Sleek spikes sprouted from his back and neck. His intelligent peach-colored eyes swept the battle-torn ground beneath him. His name was Ayr, and he was a dragon.
Ayr spotted a siege tower ahead. Its canons were blasting fire into the ranks of approaching Vel. With a mighty roar, he dove down towards the ground. At the last moment, he pulled up, and a blast of air scattered those under him. Ayr whipped his barb-tipped tails at the siege tower. They ripped through the metal frame-work and destroyed the inner workings of the tower. With a leap, he returned to the relative safety of the sky.
The Vel gave a war-cry at the sight of the toppled-over tower. Ayr shook his head in disgust. The Vel had him on contract for five years, and now that he was in the fifth year, he couldn’t wait to take his leave. It had been eight years since he had been home in the mountain-villages of his ancestors. The more he saw of the ground-world, the more he disliked it. Whether in the Kingdoms of Men, Vel or Tjin, there was always some politically-fuelled war.
Ayr took notice of the Vel commander flagging him. He swept down and leaned his head forward, to catch what he was shouting through his horn. But before he could hear his orders, something slammed into his side. Ayr fell to the ground, killing the commander and his guard. He quickly jumped back up, and now could see what attacked him: another dragon.
It was smaller than him, only about 60 meters, but it was stocky and strong. Its pearly-white and washed-out blue scales had provided it camouflage in the air. Ayr noted its smooth body and flat head; it had to be a water-spitter.
“I’m sorry brother, I didn’t know the Vel could afford such an observant creature!” it spat sarcastically.
“Don’t worry, if anyone, I’m sure your human generals can teach you how the monetary system works.”
Ayr climbed to higher clouds, while the water-spitter growled in frustration behind him. They were not known for their keen minds. Banter aside, he needed to stay above his adversary. Water-spitters were unable to aim above them, and Ayr was ready to exploit that flaw.
When he reached a suitable altitude, the blue-and-orange dragon pulled his wings in close, and plummeted onto the water-spitter. The spikes on Ayr’s armored underbelly dug through his scales. With a scream of pain, he was forced onto the ground. Ayr hovered upwards, and coiled his tails back.
The water-spitter was struggling to its four feet when Ayr struck out with his tails. They tore through the earth and the other dragon. Water started to froth from its mouth, and the Vel soldiers took the chance to hop onto its back and kill it.
Ayr flew back up above the battle to see the men retreating. The battle was over, for today. Without looking back, he turned and gracefully soared back to camp, where his dinner awaited him.
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