Chapter 8 Awakening

As the shield stood strong against the relentless onslaught of dragon fire and arrows alike. The walls would not fall.

Pyron stood his ground, amongst the chaos filled field, watered with blood, and mud, littered with the corpses of dragon, and Alicorn.

Pyron made a wide sweep with his blade, releasing a wave of flames turning his enemies to ash. He stabbed his sword into the ground, to brace himself, as the ember and ash, fell around him. Pyron was catching his breath, he knew he was at his limits, he had to end this skirmish soon, or he would become too fatigued to fight.

But his recovery was short lived, as a loud guttural voice boomed over the field, stating his name.

“PYRON!”

Pyron knew who this dragon was, he was the one he wanted to kill the most, he was the one who orchestrated the attack against his countrymen, kin and family alike.

“Agnas,” Pyron stated under his breath, “What do I owe thine pleasure, Commander Agnas. For you to leave your den.” Pyron Stated, with distaste.

“This is not the time for pleasantries. This is where your walls fall, Pyron! This is the fall of the Alicorn race!” As Agnas finished his sentence, he drew his sword, and swung it over head sending a wave of dark magic, killing six Alicorns instantly.

Pyron blocked the blow with his magic.

“So this will be our final fight. This last battle will decide, Dragonsides' fate.” Pyron stated, as he drew his sword from the ground.

Soon after Pyron finished speaking, the battlefield fell unusually silent, as the two opposing commanders focused on nothing, but each other.

A foul wind howled, carrying the smell of death, across the field.

Suddenly the two met in the middle, with a large earth shattering clash. Both fire, and dark magic made the ground shake, from the force of the impact.

Soon after the dust settled, Agnas wheeled around and slammed Pyron with his tail, sending him flying; knocking him prone, before rearing his head and breathing a stream of purple flames down on Pyron.

Pyron teleported, dodging the flames, then reappeared above Agnas, accelerating to unimaginable speed using his magic, before enchanting his sword with ice, and charging fourth, aiming to skewer Agnas.

Agnas had been expecting this, he thrust his wings out, taking flight creating a powerful up draft around him, causing Pyron to pitch upwards uncontrollably.

Agnas then used his tail to belt the airborne Alicorn, into the shielded wall, forcing his precious wife to electrocute her husband, accidentally.

Pyron coughed up a globule of blood, while the remnants of magic electricity hung around, for a few seconds more.

“Come now, Pyron, that can’t be all your made of.” Agnas Taunted

Before Pyron could reply, Agnas pounced on him pinning him to the ground.

“I wont let... you… best me.” Pyron replied in a hushed tone, before his eyes started to glow in a bright white light, and his magic started to swirl around him, before he released the surge of magic, sending Agnas airborne unexpectedly.

Pyron, started to rapidly teleport around Agnas, slashing at him from all sides, before hovering and charging his horn, shooting Agnas, and another 100 fiends along with him, vaporising the fiends and making Agnas crash in to the ground.

Pyron, started to raise the stones around him, before enchanting them with magic. he released the glowing barrage of bullet like pieces of stone, at Agnas.

The stones met their mark, creating a massive dust cloud. Through the dust, an agonising scream could be heard.

As the dust settled, Agnas was lying down, bloodied and barely alive, with a man wearing a black hooded cloak, wielding a black staff, grasping an onyx gemstone, in what looked like a dragons’ talon; standing on top of Agnas, shielding him from any further damage.

As Pyron remained hovering, wondering who this strange figure was, an evil laugh could be heard.

“Agnas you have done well for the prior commander of Keselths army. But let me redeem you of your duty.” After the cloaked figure finished speaking, he raised his staff and a beam of red light hit Agnas in the chest.

“Wait-no-please... Raszeakiel!” Agnas stated, as panic engulfed his confident persona.

“Sorry, but you’re merely a tool that has broken, you are no longer useful to your master. However you are useful to me, my reptilian friend. Goodbye Agnas.” The cloaked figure purred, “Razith, nocantra, visrel, ardentel, gartel!” The cloaked figure chanted his wicked spell, his staff lit up in a sickly purple light, and drained Agnas of his magical essence, empowering Raszeakiel.

Pyron began to feel on edge, after seeing this figure use magic on the wounded Agnas, and after watching Agnas plea for his life, before being executed by this figure.

“Now to finish what Agnas started. mmmmnn his essence tasted so good, I wonder what your essence will taste like Pyron! It’s been many years, since I have eaten an immortal.” The cloaked figure said, as he looked at Pyron in a predatory manner.

While the fight between dragon and Alicorn raged on, Spike had been on the edge of death.

To spike seconds felt like years. As the cruel blade drew so close that he could nearly feel it cutting into his flesh, and taste the cold steel on his lips. Silver Fang suddenly jumped in front of Spike, receiving the blow to his back.

Silver Fang looked at spike, and felt a warmness on his back, from the blood running down his spine. He coughed up blood.

“heh heh... ah... Spike I guess that makes you-you the reinforcements. I know you are the saviour they ne-” Silver Fangs’ sentence was abruptly ended, as the hooded figure followed through with his slash, cutting Silver Fang in half.

“HA, saviour? Just another pathetic dragon. You will die here and now, just like everyone else before you. Goodbye reptile.” The hooded figure said, in spite, to Silver Fangs last words.

“You have no right to talk, you killed my friends, you killed the nicest Dragons I have ever known. So no; I wont die! Because I have someone waiting for me, and she needs me. So it is you who I must kill.” Spike said as he became so angry, that he sounded calm. Soon after Spike stopped speaking, he vanished with such a speed, that it was impossible to match.

Spike made it to his fallen comrades Glaive, he picked it up, and closed his eyes in remorse.

“You are finished. With this blade I will slay Keselth, and you along with him. Vengeance is mine to take.” Spike stated, as he rose Silver Fangs Glaive in the air, making a vow to avenge his fallen brethren.

Author's Note

Its been awhile since i updated this but its now updated and ready for your eyes enjoy. this is what the strange figures look like. if you like pictures.