Author's Note

Sorry this took so long writers block is a bitch. So I hope you enjoy

Also edited by Fillyphil

Training part 1 (Edited)

It was normal day no brawls or crimes in fact some teenage dragons were playing with a ball in mid air. I was admiring the architecture of this wonderful dragon city when a blue dragon with a hockey stick of ice on its back pulled me out of my thoughts.

“Hey come on let's go,” the blue dragon says.

“Who are you?” I ask.

“I am Snapshot,” he says.

“Oh I get it, because of the hockey stick on his back.” I say to myself. “Okay but where are we going?”

“We are going to the training grounds.”

“Why?”

“To teach you how to fight of course.”

“What rank are you?” I ask.

“Dragon General, my lord.” he says confidently.

“Alright let's go.”

“Okay,” he says, leading me to the back of the castle.

“The reason we are doing this is so you can become a good leader, despite having never led,” he explains. “First, comes basic combat. After that, you will learn how to use the magic in your scepter. And then after that, you will learn strategics like battle formation and how to lead your forces and dragon court etiquette when you meet other royals.”

“Okay, how long will this take?” I ask.

“About a year or two.”

“What! A year or two? Man, being King is hard.” I exclaim.

“Well, here we are,” he says, stopping. It looked like a flattened dirt pit with targets painted on scarecrows. “More of a glorified wrestling pit than a training ground, but it will do,” he says.

When I look around I see other dragons wearing iron armor and training: Some in archery, some in air battles, and others in what looked like fist fights.

“First, we will teach you basic swordplay. There are wooden swords in that chest over there. Take as many as you want.”

I look in the chest, seeing the wooden swords or sticks with hilts, and pick two up before extending out my other two arms to be as long as my first two and pick up two more swords.

“Oh, so you have four arms –cool– but that won’t help much against me,” he says, pointing his sword at me.

I in return point the two swords that my inner arms held toward him and hold the other two to the ground. I’ll call it the defending sword –man, I feel like General Grievous.

“Cute, now en garde!” he says, launching himself at me with his wings. He tries to use momentum to thrust his wooden sword into my chest. I use the the defending swords to trap his sword into the ground to by forming an X with my swords and thrusting both swords into the ground, momentarily trapping him. I use this chance to thrust my swords into his stomach, but he flies directly up, ditching his sword and just barely missing my sword.

He dives at me from the sky, breathing out an icy fog that billowed out, completely blocking my vision of him. I can only make out a fast moving shape, but it faded in and out of sight. I drop one of my swords and grab my dragon scepter from its scabbard. When I grab it, wings flash on my back and I flap them to clear out the fog. When I can finally see, Snapshot was nowhere. I suddenly perk up when I feel a light prodding on my back. I turn to see him poking me with his wooden sword.

“I win,” he says.

“Yeah, well, I would have won if you hadn’t cheated,” I say angrily.

“I didn’t cheat, I just used my natural ability to my advantage. And in battle there is no cheating.” he explains.

“Whatever, now what are we doing?” I ask.

“You will be trained by Tyalor,” he says, gesturing to a green dragon with a yellow belly.

“Hello, my lord, I’m Tyalor, 3rd general in the dragon army,” he says, bowing.

“He’s very formal,” Snapshot says.

“I am here to teach you the basics of swordplay,” Tyalor says, finishing his bow.

“Okay, why?” I ask.

“If you are attacked without any of your royal guards, you would need to be able to defend yourself,” Tyalor explains.

“Okay, when you put it like that, I really need teaching.”

“Great, now let's start by picking your weapon. Follow me,” he says, leading me into a giant room made of marble speckled with black in a square with no inside kind of like a quilt.. It had several giant doors that I could see but I did not know what was inside.

“Woah, this room is so cool,” I say in amazement.

“Alright, judging by the way you use your swords, you use two for defense and two for offense, correct?” he asks.

“Yes.”

“Alright, for your defensive swords, I suggest this,” he says, showing me two double bladed black swords with a trident like structure near the handle.

“Woah this is cool,” I say, admiring the blade.

“And for your offense blades, you should use this,” he says, now showing me two double bladed black swords with gold carvings in certain places and grooves and sharp edges near the handle.

Both of the swords came from an armory underground when he stepped on a certain plate.

“This is legendary,” I remark, amazed by the craftsmanship of the sword. “After we're done, I want the person who made this blade to come to me immediately.”

“Of course, my lord,” he says. “But first, for your training today you will be fighting one of our prototypes.”

“What kind of prototype?” I ask.

“Oh, you know, a simple one. It should be a walk in the park for you.” he says smirking.

“Okay, send it out,” I say, picking up all of the four swords.

“Very well,” he says, pressing a button on a remote he had behind his back. The walls open up where they seemed they never could. What comes out is a giant white mechanize crab that stands at least two or three feet taller than me.

“WHAT THE HELL IS THAT!” I yell in fear and surprise.

“That is our prototype,” Tyalor explains peacefully.

“YOU SAID IT WAS A SIMPLE ONE!” I yell in anger.

“It is, just find its weakness.” He gestures as though it was a simple task.

“Fine,” I say, now annoyed. “Alright, it’s just a crab, yeah? So... claws in the front. Got too be careful of that. One grab and i’ll be gone in a f-AHHHHHHHH!” I say in my mind, barely dodging the crab’s claw.

“He’s not going to wait for you finish thinking,” he calls out over the metal slamming the ground.

“Okay, heavy metal shell means slow movements, and since it's a robot its joints must be its we-SHIT!” I think, narrowly avoiding the crab jumping on me. “Attacking the crab head on is suicide, so I should attack from the BACK!” Once again I am interrupted by the crab’s attacks. Finally done thinking, I act, swaying my body to stay on my feet, waiting for it to attack. When it does, it decides to smash me with its claw. As the claws come crashing down, I jump back, dodging it, and run forward up his claw and onto his back, sliding off its shell behind it.

It turns around slowly, but I keep behind it, walking in circles around it so it can’t get me with his claws. Getting tired of this, I move to slash his leg. Nothing happens. With a sudden realization, I decide the sword is useless and get angry at myself for realising I didn’t need to get behind it in the first place. I had my own natural abilities. I take a few seconds to gather up my acid in my mouth and let loose a spray, moving around so I could cover all of his legs. His legs melt quickly, and so does the floor. As it all solidifies again, it was impossible to tell where the leg stopped and the floor began, rendering it immobile.

“So how did I do?” I ask, patting myself off.

“You did excellently, though I would have done it differently,” he says, releasing another robot crab. “Good job realizing you could use the acid, but you really didn’t need to at all,” he explains just before getting in front of the crab. “You should have attacked the eyes; an obvious and simple solution.” he flies directly at the crabs black, glassy eyes, then pulls out a sword of his own and smashing one of the eyes.

He then forces his claw into the socket, ripping out cords and metal tubes before the crab just falls on its legs, shutting down.

“There, done and done,” he says.

“And why didn’t you show me any of this before hand?” I ask.

“I believe in learning on the field of battle,” he replies.

“Fuck you.”

“I get that a lot.”