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[CrimsonMoon]

" They were pink and scaless... With fur on top of their heads... They had round eyes and actually looked... Beautiful..." She murmurs weakly," Though I don't understand... Why'd they burn me up?"

[Blazy]

Ragnarok thought back, bringing up an almost forgotten memory, the memory of the first time he lay eyes on his creator. "Hmm... I have seen what you speak of, little dragoness. They are not here." He reassured her, "I know not why they burned you."

[CrimsonMoon]

She nods faitly and curls up close to him," O-ok..." She murmurs softly

[Blazy]

Ragnarok remained quiet, thinking on what she said. Suddenly, Elvaran burst into the cavern, his emerald eyes shining with wild emotion. "Sire, there has been an attack!" He shouts loudly, frantic energy making him restless.

"What happened?!" He shouts as he rises quickly to his feet, anger beginning to boil under his scales, causing Ragnarok to glow brightly. "Are there any wounded?"

"It was an ambush, on the Northern slopes. Two of ours were killed before we even knew what was happening. I managed to get a glimpse of the dragons attacking us. It was the Elder, Slypherr, and another silver dragon I've never seen before." Elvaran reported, shifting from paw to paw in his haste to return to battle.

"I see." Ragnarok rumbles quietly. "This attack cannot go unanswered, ready my dragons." He looked back down at Indira, his crimson eyes, alight with rage, softened momentarily as he gazed at her, but quickly hardened once more as he turned back to his loyal servant. "Tonight, we go to war."

[CrimsonMoon]

" Wait, Ragarnok!" She cries, putting a hand-like talon his his shoulder. Her ears were pinned back in worry and fear as she gazes at him with wide autumn colored eyes," Talk to my father, maybe he'll help the Elder calm down... I don't want to see you hurt so-"

[Blazy]

"No, little one. You do not understand." He cut her off quietly. "The Elders will never help me, because I am the enemy to them. This will never change, their hatred for me runs too deep." Ragnarok shrugged off her paw, and stalked away, a hateful fire kindling deep in his belly, clawing its way out and dripping hot liquid fire from his maw burning shallow divets in the rock.

[CrimsonMoon]

She shies away from the Magma and presses her body close to his neck," i'm sorry, Ragarnok, if I could... If I could help you..." She trails of helplessly

[Blazy]

(sorry I've been gone for so long! Things have been crazy at work, and even crazier at home, >.<)

Two massive dragons winged their way from a bloody scene, their maws and talons covered in gore. The white dragon turned to the thundering golden behemoth beside him, triumph in his gaze. "I told you we would not lose. My visions are never wrong." The Elder dragon Slypherr remained silent for a moment, before turning to his companion.

"We were supposed to negotiate the return of Indira, not massacre dragons who don't know any better!" He hissed angrily. "If you were not so useful, I would have slit your throat long ago." Slypherr growled menacingly, before flying away with lightning speed, leaving the silver dragon far behind.

Ragnarok rallied a massive force of dragons, anger boiling in his eyes and in his voice. "Our brothers have been slain by our enemies, without provocation. They have invaded your home, and slaughtered your brothers in cold blood." He paused for a moment, appearing too emotional to continue, "Today we fight for them. Today, we avenge their deaths. Today, we show that their sacrifice was not in vain, and that the Dragons of the Citadel cannot do as they please without consequences. Today, my brothers, we FIGHT!" With that final shout, a great cheer went up within the crowd, and they all rose together in flight, united by their need for vengeance.

[CrimsonMoon]

Indira watches him, feeling fear swell inside her breast," Ragarnok-" she calls in a weak voice, watching him leave, her fear for her family and friends combating the fear for the strange blak dragon

(Totally fine xD)

[Blazy]

Like a raging storm cloud, the force of dragons flew swiftly through the tempest, their minds eager for the revenge they sought against the Citadel, with the great black behemoth, death itself, at the helm, his rage feeding into their hive-mind, egging their blood thirst on to new heights. In their single-minded fury, they failed to notice the blinding flash of sickly green light on the ice far below, or the strange figures climbing from the small circle of runes carved into the ancient ice.

[CrimsonMoon]

Indira, alas, noticed. She tried to screech warnings but after realizing they were too hell bent on revenge, she spreads her wings and gracefuly glides down the mountain to examine what had ruptured the ice.

The young female spirals down toward the expading hole, squinting at the creatures

[Blazy]

Looking up, a female with vivid cerulean hair notices a creature flying towards them. Fear makes her panic, and she flings a dark ruby colored spell at the approaching white beast. The spell collides with the dragon, and bounces off her scales, shocking the group of spellcasters, who knew the blue-haired woman to be one of the strongest of their order.

[CrimsonMoon]

The white dragon feels a faint sting and lands near the strange creatures, crouching curiously as she cranes her neck at the green one," What are you?"

[Blazy]

Her pale blue eyes widen in shock as the creature speaks to her, and she understood what it was saying. Instead of speaking, she hurls another spell at her, a bright blue one this time. Again, it collides with Indira, and again, it bounces off her scales. "What sorcery is this?!" She asks, "My magic has no effect on you. What manner of creature are you? I have never seen such a beast."

[CrimsonMoon]

Indira winces but once again feels nothig more than a faint spell,"... I'll answer your question if you answer mine," she rumbles, lowin her head to eye level with the oddly bald creature" so... What are you?" She tilts her head, finned ears pricking curiously... It was obviously trying to hurt her but not doing a good job.

The opal on the dragon's neck began to glow ominouslyp

[Blazy]

"I am Lovellinia, High Elder of the Western Forest, Bearer of the Flames of Endinor, and Queen of the Northern Winds. Tell me, creature. What are you?" Lovellinia demanded, her blue eyes glowing brightly with the threat of more magic.

Ragnarok and his dragon army quickly reached the Citadel, swarming the ice-bound fortress like angry wasps, though the defenders were not unprepared.

[CrimsonMoon]

" I'm Indira... The... Pure," She blinks, it sounded weird when said alloud. She reaches out to touch the pink thing," Why are you here?"

A low rumbles shook the mountains... Suddenly Ardeshir rises from the earth and shrieks a war cry, wingless drakes leaping into the air

[Blazy]

Lovellinia stumbles back, anger sparking in her eyes. "We have worked too hard and too long, to be stopped now, creature!" She yells while throwing both her hands forward. A huge green ball of crackling energy hurtled at Indira, burning everything in its path as it rocketed towards her. The witches closest felt their hair stand on end, as their lungs filled with charred air smelling of ozone. The spell crashed into Indira, and the sheer power of the spell sent her flying backwards. But a flash of light poured from the opal, absorbing the worst of the spell cast to kill the young dragoness.

Ragnarok roared with fury, his rage boiling over into a hateful haze of carnage as he tore through dragon after dragon, bloodied and broken bodies left in his wake littered the battlefield, some still smoking as he tore through his next victim. He spotted Slypherr through the haze, and leapt for him, the two massive dragons colliding with enough force to blast all other combatants away from them. The broke apart, Ragnarok sporting shallow slashes across his face, dropping hot magma onto the ice. Slyphert was not so lucky, he had several deep wounds along his sides from Ragnarok's reinforced talons. The circled one another, panting as others looked on.

[CrimsonMoon]

Indira shrieks as she is thrown backward and slams into one of the icy walls of the canyon, slamming into it full force so that ice fell dangerously as cracks formed. She makes a pitiful churring sound," Ragarnok-" before blackness descended upon her.

Then. She remembered.

The dream of her sisters and her creating the portal after the last of the dragons had fled... Of seeing the beauty of the creatures and destroying the Gate, scattering its fragments across the globe in an effort to save their scaley brethren... Of being betrayed... Being tied to a stake... And burned whilst a lover fought to reach her... The feeling of flames consuming her, the horrible feeling of being burned up...


Ardeshir felt a sudden pulse of energy unlike that of which he had ever felt before," SLYPHERR!!" He roars from tearing away enemies," SLYPHERR-!!!"

[Blazy]

Ragnarok froze, his mind was not so clouded that he did not recognize the panic in Indira's fathers' voice. His burning crimson eyes turned their hateful gaze upon the wingless golden Elder dragon, waiting for him to speak before he tore his enemy to shreds.

Slypherr whipped his head around to stare at Ardeshir, momentarily forgetting their enemy stood before him. Terror dawned upon him as he realized that Indira was not here at the battle, and the blast of magical power he felt earlier was not from the dragon tyrant before him, but from elsewhere.

Lovellinia stumbled back at the sudden drain of power from casting such a terrible spell, her sisters rushed forward to prevent her from collapsing. "Come, we must leave this place and gather strength. We will return once I have acquired what I need."