Duncan Clark

Sahra

"You are hear-by ordered, to fall upon the human city, and to put all under your fiery breath, under seventy." This was the treacherous, ruthless, and cold blooded order given by the Dragon Emperor of the North Pole, in the three hundredth and third year; When the dragons slaughtered the noble family of the Cammots. The infamous surprise attack on the unsuspecting royal family, came on a cold, blistery night. Their home and rulers destroyed by the winged underlings of the wrathful Emperor, the remaining humans disappeared into the darkness of the surrounding forests. His enemies finally vanquished, The Emperor, along with his soldiers retreated back to their homeland. The Kingdom of Dragons was alight in celebration; The tyrants who threatened their survival were, at last, quenched of their hate in their charred graves. All shared in a bounty of their spoils and plunder from the human kingdom. Under their harsh generals orders, they were given permission to destroy whatever they wanted, kill whom they wanted, and take what they wanted. Among their plunder lay gold, jewels, artifacts, and game most fancied by all nobility of the human realms. Though the dragons were excited about their spoils, most were just happy that not a single one of their own had perished in the battle; At least not on this night. As his soldiers and subjects enjoyed the rewards of their victory, the Emperor retreated to his lair. Despite his unholy desire fulfilled, there was no cheer in his heart. There was no feast he looked forward to, nor was there a gathering that could lighten his darkened soul. In his torch illuminated cave, on a soft, comfortable nest fit for a king, lay his deceased mate. A poison had over taken her. A poison inflicted upon her by a hunter, hired by the puffed up Cammots. Through his fits of anger, tears, and confusion a seed of hate grew within him. Knowing that the surviving humans of the Cammot Kingdom would surely tell the rest of the world about their massacre, he called a decree that any human found settling, crossing, or even so much as laying a foot on dragon's land, must be killed. This shocking development was not as concerning as his next decree: Any dragon found hesitating to honor the first decree will be executed along with the human in question. The Emperor had changed; The world had changed. Not a single dragon nor human ever saw the likes of each other.