Chapter One
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. The world had changed so, much. It had become cold and grey from the rebirth according to the legend. It was beautiful at first, but after they lost there fur they became cold and mean living by fire. They were our friends helping by the air and on land. Out of nowhere the strong flew into the volcanic magma and came out hard, scaly, fire breathing creation. We had lost all hope we had to build the machines to fight back. The creations that could survive the battle. One for each tribe as a protector of the people in remembrance of the old way. The tribes were us the nine that survived. The nine that still lived today. We all lasted after the ritual they preformed. We had to scavenge for food intel strong enough to hunt and build shelter. The valley we were in so, peaceful. Our people had grown strong in the eyes of God above. The one above took mercy upon him and blessed them with dragons. To help them build the land from the sky and make easy lifting the heavy stones for the temple. The temple built strong and mighty designed at first for the sea serpents but, blessed for the dragons above. The sea serpents battled the sky dragons in all there power. the Shaman tribe had got to witness these battles trying to heal them. The damage they had done to the land living the way they do. My son and I lasted living around helping the tribe in anyway we could. Doing our work in the field were we belonged. Lasting the cold nights, living out the long heat. The reason being trying to heal the very hardness that became them. The ice cold scale as so the very fire inside of them. We the people of the tribe had built mechanisms strong enough to battle amongst the winged dragons and sea serpents. They were made of metal and magic to hold them together. the power they had to capture. The strength we relied on to save ourselves. The very chance at catching one was a great thing for us. To do research and try to regain the thing they lost, but they knew fight to the death nearly suicided themselves in the fight against the machines.

"Hey, over here." The son said shocked.

"What, what happened?" The father replied to him.

"I think its a baby." The son answered." Bluish, green with a black tint to it."

"Hold him son if you can?" the father screamed excited!

There luck was changing to capture a young dragon. A little fire breather strong and independent. Would turn there world around.

"Okay, I got it!" The son said as he started handing it to his father.

The dad took along look at it as he took hold of it. The creature seemed friendly. He could tell she was young and carefree. A beautiful baby dragon, with fear in her eyes. They should start training it in his mind. Though law stated clear amongst the tribal people to return it to the temple. He could hide her out here and live. Use this as a better chance at growing the fur back. With what technology they had and magic they held it was worth a shot.

"Down, Obsidian!" The son hollered as the mechanism came around.

Obsidian locked eyes upon it, but do to programming quickly deactivated off of her. Obsidian was the machine they had to protect the from the giant beast. he had been in a few battles, but not to many. They tried to protect him as he protected them.
© Jeffrey Allison