Chapter I
Long ago in a far, far away land crazed with war, there was a baby, boy dragon whose name was Garth Tater. He had black backside, a dark gray underside with red eyes. He lived in a very dark and wet cave deep in the mountains with his mommy, Washingal. Garth and his mother were shadow dragons, they were a special type of dragon that mostly used dark type moves, but they can use some other moves too. When Washingal was pregnant with Garth a gargantuan war began between Tauten, the fire dragons, and the Hard Arians, the ice dragons. This war was the most horrific war ever. Garth’s mother was terribly frightened of the war, so she took them deep into the mountains to hide from the other dragons and to keep Garth out of the war. Garth’s dad, Herocast, was drafted by the Tautens to fight in the war. They never heard from him again. Garth is currently 13 dragon years old, which is the same as 130 human years. Garth loved his mother very much. Washingal taught Garth everything she knew about fighting and surviving in the outside world. Since Garth lived inside a cave for so long he developed uncannily good night vision. He was very bitter towards the Tautens because of his dad.
Chapter II
One rainy day an ice dragon, from the Tauten, found out about Garth and he came to draft him. Washingal was mortified; she begged the general and his three troops to let her son go. Garth was so infuriated he couldn’t move, then he did, Garth beat his wings downward and thrust into the air. He flew and slammed into the general, sending them both flying backward off the cliff and into the sinister abyss. Garth pushed off and glided away. Garth glanced back and saw the general right on his heels, getting ready to puff out his one hundred below zero ice breath. Garth suddenly looped upward, over the general’s traumatized cranium. On his way over the general, Garth slammed his colossal tail into the general’s substantial cranium. The blow was so ferocious, that it knocked the general out cold, sending him spiraling into the hostile abyss to his lot in life. Garth hurried to the precipice, fearing for his mother’s demise. He took wing past the other guards, grabbed his mother and rushed to the caves entrance. After the sunlight nearly blinded them, Garth and his mother flew as fast as they could away from the cave’s entrance.
The pair of dragons soared onward towards Missaplincta, where most of the Hard Arians and neutral dragons dwelled. When Garth and his mother reached the outskirts of the city, a pair of ice dragons guarding the way into the city met them.
“Halt,” cried the larger of the two dragons.
“I think that they are both a mix of dark and fire dragons,” the smaller one said.
“We just want to stay here for the night,” Garth said.
“How do we know that you aren’t allied to the Tautens?” asked the smaller dragon.
“We were just fleeing from being drafted by the Tautens!” exclaimed Washingal.
“Well that’s a very convincing story, if you tell us your names we might be able to get you in sometime during the night,” the large one said. “By the way, my name is Jot and my friends name is Jerry.”
“Can you please hurry, the Tautens are probably on our sent!” Garth yelled.
“Well just calm down, OK. Hey Jubbah, go down and tell the officials these dragons names.” Hollered the smaller dragon.
“What’s you guys’ names?” replied Jubbah.
“I’m Garth and this is my mother Washingal,” Garth said.
“We’ll let you know as soon as we know,” the larger ice dragon said.
“See you later,” Garth growled. He and his mother flew away towards the woods. The woods were filled with butcher trees, which were the biggest trees in the whole continent. The butcher tree was about two hundred feet tall; it had dark gray bark with massive green streaked leaves.
The pair of dragons flew into the forest and waited there until nightfall.
“Hey, I think I see something flying towards us,” Washingal whispered.
“I think it is another ice dragon,” Garth whispered back.
The dragon in question flew steadily closer. When it was about two hundred yards away when it suddenly called out in a slightly feminine voice, “Garth, Washingal, I have very important news.”
“I think that we should just wait here and see what she does,” Washingal said.
The female ice dragon flew in a tight circle for a few moments and yelled again. She then started to fly away towards the Eastern side of the forest.
“I’m going to go see who she is,” Garth whispered while he slowly got up.
Garth silently flew off towards the ice dragon. “Hey, who are you?” Garth yelled at the dragon.
“I’m Troika, I was sent to tell you that your accommodations are ready and that you may come into our city,” she said.
“How do I know that I can trust you?” questioned Garth.
“I guess you’ll just have to trust me,” Troika responded.
“I need to go confer with my mom first.” Garth flew off to their hiding spot, “she said that we can go back now but she might be lying, I think that we should try it anyway. I’m sick of just sitting here.”
Garth and Washingal followed Troika towards the city. But! The general and his three other troops swooped towards the small company. Garth flew off on the right and right over the attackers heads, While Washingal breathed a massive torrent of fire into their faces. Troika banked down under their bellies and continued flying in the direction of the city. The general and one of his companions took after Garth while the other two soldiers followed Washingal. The general used his icicle dart attack! Garth countered with his lava breath then he dove to the ground. The general tried to slam into him but he was too quick for the sluggish dragon. Garth jumped out of the way and slugged the general with his head. The general cried out and breathed a mist of frozen air. The general’s soldier flew towards Garth, but he jumped out of the way and clipped him on the head with his tail. The soldier flew right into the super cold air and froze solid. The general, realizing that he could not win, turned tail and flew away with his other two companions. Garth ran to his mother.
“Are you OK?” he whispered. Garth leaned down and felt her pulse. She was dead. Garth let out a mournful howl and started to fly slowly towards the city.

Chapter III

Once Garth got to the city, the same guards that greeted him last time met him. They let him pass without a question. He headed straight towards the castle. It was set upon a steep hill with the other homes on the sides (Dragons usually lived in caves with the exception of those who lived in the castle). The castle had three walls, one inside another. The outer wall was the biggest and was made of square stones with metal braces for extra strength; the middle wall consisted of bronzes plates with stones underneath, the inner wall was made of a solid titanium-gold alloy. It was considered the strongest castle in the Hard Arians outposts.
Garth burst into the king’s chamber and yelled, “What kind of cowardly dragon did you send to fetch us?”
“I sent a simple messenger, not a soldier,” the king calmly replied.
“My mother was killed and I was almost killed along with her, where is that dragon.”
“She is not available at the moment, I suggest that you come to the Counsel of War I am holding tonight, starting at 12:45. You may ask all of your questions there. In the meanwhile, I have arranged a room for you to stay at. My daughter Fara will guide it to you.”
Fara entered the room and gestured that Garth should follow her. He complied and sulked out of the king’s chamber.
“Your room has an excellent view, it faces the sea on the right side,” Fara said.
“I don’t care about the scenery of my room, I just want to kill the rest of the dragons that killed my mother.”
After Garth got into his room, he marveled at the beautiful scenery. He waited there until it was time to go to the Counsel of War, at 12:00. When Garth arrived at the counsel room, there were hundreds of dragons of all the different elements (except darkness dragons). He was prepared to sit by Fara on his right, and a big, young rock dragon on his left.
“My name is Omro, from the northern outpost in the Ocarina’s province. What’s your name?” the dragon sitting to the left of him said
“My name is Garth, from the Carnation mountain range. My mom and I lived there until a general from the Tautens found us.”
“I don’t like the Tautens one bit. I wish that they would all just die. That’s why I’m here; I want to go out in a small squad and sabotage their villages,” Omro said.
“I’m with you there, but I think that we should kill them all and just be done with it,” Garth said.
“I’m hoping to go out on the new squadron that they are making today. I heard that Fara is going to be leading it.”
“I don’t think I will join.”
“Why? You can get back at them for kicking you out of your home.”
“I fight alone.”
“Pshshsh, you have better chances of survival if you are in a group.”
“I know, but when I get to the Tautens, I will make them pay for killing my mother.”
“How are you going to do that? It’s not like to could just fly right up to their leader and kill him, it doesn’t work like that.”
“I’ll just roast whatever comes my way. It’s as simple as that.”
Omro let out a quiet sound, much like a sigh, and turned his attention to the meeting, as it was finally beginning.
“Fellow dragons,” The king began, his large head slowly swinging about to look at each and every member of the council in the eyes, “The Tauten’s attacks are getting worse and worse each day. No longer are many of our homes safe. Even our own borders are endangered.” There was a murmer of agreement from the rest of the congregation at these first few words, “We must take offensive action. There is very little else we can resort to.” Again, the quiet sounds of approval elicited from the audience. “However… I am loathe to report that our own armies are quite incapable of winning this war. They are few and far between… A combination that is most unhelpful in our present state.” This time the other dragons let out small puffs of frozen air and other reactions of annoyance according to their respective element.
“Are you trying to recruit us, Gaspard?” Murmered a small female lightning dragon, “I do seem to remember that you promised there would be no such thing while you still ruled.” Her voice was quiet, but the words were heavily impregnated with sarcasem.