[PupK9]

Long ago.. In a land that is today occupied by the crushing weight of the ocean, a lush valley spread it's warm and comforting embrace across the soft soil. The trees shined a vibrant shade of all colours of the rainbow. The soft grass acted as a bed for whomever would lie their head upon it. The sun cast it's powerful and dominating light across the valley letting the trees cast shadows where they wished.

A man stood in the sunlight covered head-to-toe in shiny, deep, purple armor. His name was engraved on his left shoulder pad in the ancient language of the elves, Umaroth. In his right hand he tightly gripped a trident that glimmered with the same shade as his armor. In his left hand he gently stroked one of the four heads on his Vydral whom he'd named "Egbert". Egbert laid on his side, his tail systematically moving over the grass. His other two heads bit at each other's horns playfully while the last one tore meat from the fresh carcass of a stag.

Umaroth heard a rush of wind above him and blew a shrill wistle to Egbert to gain his attention. Umaroth's eyes scanned the sky searching for what he hoped was not a threat. He swiftly leapt onto Egbert's back and grabbed the reins with his left hand. Sweat beaded his brow under his helmet as he searched for any possible attackers.

A thunderous bang behind Umaroth caused him to snap his neck backwards. He stood, frozen in fear, at the sight before him. Egbert's four heads brandished their teeth at their foes, ready for a fight. Umaroth raised his trident with his sweaty palms above his head as riders do before every fight. His arm felt heavy and he felt his eyes twitch in horror for he knew this fight would most likely not end in his favour, for before him stood the White Rider of the North, Jura, proudly perched atop his Aurorile's (the White Dragon) back with white armor that matched his dragon's scales. Jura reached beside him and drew his sword, crafted by the snow dwarves, and raised the deadly thing in the air, letting it glimmer like an icicle from a rooftop.

Umaroth lowered his trident and held it at the ready. Jura's Aurorile roared ferociously and spread it's mighty wings to show it's dominance. Each of Egbert's heads hissed at the Aurorile and spat out little droplets of poison. Jura let loose a battle cry and the Aurorile lurched forward. Egbert gave into the impact and flew back, knocking down a few trees in the process. Egbert's head bit at the Aurorile's neck and wings while Umaroth held on to the reins for dear life and jabbed his trident at Jura. Jura parried the attack away with his sword and then took a stab at one of Egbert's long necks. Egbert howled in pain and, taking advantage of the diversion, the Aurorile kicked at Egbert and bit at his back.

Umaroth screamed elvish curses at Jura and stabbed the Aurorile in the upper neck. The Aurorile drew it's head back and Egbert backed up. Both beasts had suffered great injuries and dripped hot blood onto the grass, making it shine a metallic red with a tint of the green it once portray. The Aurorile jumped forward towards Umaroth and Egbert as they prepared for another close-up battle. But instead of attacking them, the Aurorile opened its wings and took flight. Umaroth knew Jura would come back as an air strike and stood on Egbert's back in the direction Egbert's heads couldn't bend. He held his trident with two hands, the tips already soaked with blood. He heard a roar to his left and quickly turned, ready to attack. Jura held his sword above his head and the Aurorile rushed at them at speeds only dragons could reach.

Umaroth braced for impact and closed his eyes in fear. He heard a second rush of wind, a slam, and the familiar roar of the Aurorile accompanied by the roar of a second dragon. Confused, Umaroth opened his eyes and saw the Gold Rider of the West, Galzra, wearing tight fitting gold armor that showed his authority while riding his Orogond, the Gold Dragon. He held a bow, covered in gold leaf, made by the elves. As the Orogond dominated the Aurorile, Galzra sunk three golden arrows into the Aurorile's neck and one in Jura's shoulder. Jura fell from his dragon and landed among the trees below while his Aurorile tried to fight off the Orogond and Galzra at the same time. Umaroth and Egbert rush forward to find Jura. Egbert's heads search the ground for Jura while Umaroth listens for the Aurorile and Orogond.

A force knocks Umaroth off Egbert's back. Umaroth rolls on the ground and looks up to see Jura standing before him with his sword casually at his side. Dried blood was caked under his nose and the arrow that was shot into his shoulder had been removed, letting blood slowly trickle down the white armor. Umaroth holds his trident over his head with one hand and the other out toward Jura, ready to apply numerous combat moves that very rarely fail to decease their victim. Jura leaps forward, faster than any man could possibly leap and swings at Umaroth's neck. Umaroth ducks under the deadly swing of the sword and right under the feet of Jura. Umaroth spins around and hurls his trident at Jura's back. Jura turns just in time and catches the trident. As he turns he jumps at Umaroth, now bearing the weapons of both riders. He stomps in front of Umaroth and before Umaroth could move, he puts the trident behind him to prevent him from going anywhere and his sword to his neck. Jura smiles cruelly at Umaroth.

Egbert wails from the sidelines for it could not attack without possibly hurting his rider. Jura looks over at Egbert and says with a raspy voice "I'll take good care of that Vydral for you." when suddenly a golden arrow lodges itself in between Jura's eyes. Jura falls to his knees and to his side with the same shocked expression he had before the arrow spelled his fate upon his forehead. Umaroth quickly grabs his trident and looks for the arrow's master. Egbert stomps past him and lets his rider swing himself onto his back, leaving the body of the Rider of the North behind. Egbert came to a halt behind a rock as Umaroth inspected his beast's wounds. He listened as he put herbal leaves on the wounds to help them heal for the Aurorile's cries. Judging by the silence, he figured that the beautiful dragon had met it's ugly end.

Egbert lightly grabs Umaroth and puts him atop his back. Egbert trotted forward examining the skies for Galzra. In a clearing, Umaroth dismounts his beast and looks around for the Orogond. He hears the pounding of wings as a dragon and a huge bird glided towards the clearing. Prysma, the King of the Skies, with his rider, Arva. And Thundriel the Ionule, the King of the Birds.

The two airborne monsters land in the clearing before Umaroth. Umaroth, shocked by the appearance bows to the highly respected kings. Arva gets off the Prysma's back and makes her way towards Umaroth, her armor glimmering all the colours of the rainbow with every step she took. Her long, straight brown hair fell behind her. Umaroth, stunned by her beauty, stood speechless. Arva reached behind her and grabbed one of her her swords. They were small swords, but their simple hilts were outweighed by the complexity of the way the blade itself was forged. Her dark blue eyes bore into Umaroth as she spoke "Were you the killer of the Aurorile?" Umaroth shook his head. "Who killed the Aurorile?" she asked.

"The Gold Rider of the West, Galzra.." he said weakly.

"So it is as we feared" she said to herself "Go to the council, Thundriel. Tell them the Riders of the four directions are at war." Thundriel bowed his head, expanded his wings and took flight. "I need you to come with me." She said to Umaroth.

"I don't mean to be rude, ma'am, but I'd prefer not to go anywhere with you when my dragon can't fly and is injured."

Arva sighed and waved her hand at Egbert and his wounds closed up. Umaroth was shocked by this and now wondered how she was to bring Egbert to the council when everybody knew that the council was held in the Cloud Palace. Arva winks and gives Umaroth a box which she explained would contain Egbert when he needed to be transported places. Umaroth then flew to the Cloud Palace atop Arva's Prysma. The Prysma flew at such speeds that it arrived in mere hours.

But something was wrong... The Cloud Palace was in flames. Arva cried in shock. As they landed they examined the damage. In a ring of flames stood the wolf-like Fendark, the King of the Shadows. He howled as he saw Arva and he looked to his right, where his dragon, Ugoyle, the Shadow Dragon, was perched atop a ruined building.

Ugoyle pounced at the Prysma and they plummeted down towards the ground biting at each other's necks and roaring in rage. Arva had already drawn her twin blades and twirled them, ready to fight Fendark. Umaroth looked to his left and saw Ophelia, the Queen of the Forest riding her giant Grasilisk bearing her whip and whipping at Cuaroc, the King of the Forest, atop his Chlorotops. 

Umaroth muttered to himself "When the forest fights itself, the world is falling to pieces..." He unleashed Egbert and mounted him, when suddenly a shadow flew by and scratched at Egbert's heads. Egbert howled and then fell, brutally injured. The shadow hit the ground around twenty feet from Umaroth and then let the shadows subside. Korrosvat, the Vampire, in bat form, stood before him. He transformed into a human and twirled his blood red blade, ready to fight. Umaroth drew his trident one last time, ready to end this. 

Korrosvat lunged forward and slashed at Umaroth. Umaroth twirled his trident and parried the sword away, he quickly turned and stabbed at where his attacker would've landed, but the only thing his trident pierced was air. The red sword clanged atop his trident and swooshed to Umaroth's neck. Quickly thinking, Umaroth bent backwards, dropping his spear, turned, caught his spear in midair and thrust the pommel into Korrosvat's gut. He manipulated the spear around, hitting Korrosvat's head downward so that he was then on his knees and then plunged the three hungry tips into the pale back of Korrosvat. Korrosvat fell and exploded into bats as his body hit the ground, the bats flew away into the sky and left Umaroth speechless.

Umaroth turned at a roar and saw the Chlorotops had fallen but Ophelia was losing the fight to Cuaroc. Cuaroc held a flail that would swing a deadly swing of untimely death at Ophelia so frequently that she was almost backed up against a wall. Ophelia, back to the wall, had terror flooding her eyes as Cuaroc's arm readied for the final blow when Thundriel came back and knocked him out of the way. Thundriel's massive claws scratched and pierced Cuaroc's armor but could not protect him from the deadly swing of his flail. He swung about his head and crushed the giant bird's wing followed by it's head and then turned to meet Ophelia. But she was gone.

Suddenly a whip tightened itself around Cuaroc's neck and began to choke the life out of his eyes. Umaroth stood in terror watching a the king's wife murder him. Eventually, Cuaroc fell lifeless to the ground letting his flail uselessly lie by his side. Ophelia, not sparing any second, turned to assist Arva. She rushed forward and began whipping at Fendark with all her might. Fendark's giant claws hit away Arva's blades as the whip made marks of pain on his muscular back.

Fendark jumped upward, bounced off a wall, and stood forty feet from Arva and Ophelia who both charged him. Fendark turned toward Ophelia, opened his giant maw and a jet of fire burst out and engulfed the Queen of the forest with flames. Arva stopped, dead in her tracks, when the fire subsided, there was no trace of the queen. Fendark pounced and tackled Arva. A sword point protruded from his back and he aggressively held down Arva's arms. His mouth opened and he prepared to bite the perfect face off of Arva. Umaroth screamed and hurled his trident at Fendark. The trident sailed true and impaled the chest of Fendark. Fendark fell to his side and died quickly.

The Prysma and the Ugoyle flew up above the clouds yet again and began fighting in the air causing the dust on the ground below to billow. Prysma shot a jet of light from his mouth at the Ugoyle who responded with a burst of shadows. The two jets of opposite elements met in between them causing to create an explosion in between them. Then everything went black. Then suddenly very light. Then normal again, and both the dragons were gone. Umaroth stood in shock as to what he just saw. Arva rushed forward and hugged him "You saved my life" she said.

"I had to..." He responded sheepishly.

Arva smiled from ear to ear and kissed him.


The end.

I literally feel so meh about this story. I didn't know how to approach so many of the situations xD xD

Enjoy, all the same. Maybe I'll do this for all of the ancients if people like it enough!! \(^_^)/

[PupK9]

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