Prologue

The start of a brand new story of a dragon and a girl.

Prologue

All I see is smoke…

Thick black streams of smoke that coated the skies with ash. Small bright flakes flicker and dance over the dark black skies, creating paths of small lights through the clouds. Fog like coal drifted over the grounds of the battlefield. Blood was splattered over the dark ground of the dirt and bright green of the grass.

Steam rose from my nose in hot puffs, a light trickle of blood drips down over my mouth, it tastes like metal… It’s foul. I cringe at the horrid taste and feel the need to stretch my legs and claws. An intimidating sight I’m sure. Blood slips down through my scales, blending in with my already blood red scales that protect and defend my vital organs. The discomfort I feel, could never be explained. That awful slippery feeling of blood in-between my claws and dripping over the skin of my wings and over my eyelid from a small cut above my eye.

Bones crack and snap as I step over the top of the dead bodies of friend and foe. I walk slowly through the death blanket of people, keeping my head low and my eyes looking for any remnants of my closest human friends. The ground smells of blood and the air stank of death.

My bones and muscles ached with each step and my head was slowly starting to bang with a steady but chaotic headache. The screams and cries of beings of both dragon and human reached my ears and made me cringe in agony at the thought of all my siblings falling from the skies and having their hearts stabbed to pieces.

I catch sight of the large black shadow that casts itself over the surface of the world and drifts in-between the clouds. I slowly follow the dark shape twisting and turning through the clouds of the sky until they enter the distant battlefield, where I lose sight of them in the chaos and mess of dragons flying chaotically through the clouds, drifting in and out of sight.

I let out a strong burst of steam causing more blood to fall from my nose. I slowly spread my wings, stretching them out and stand on my hind legs. Steadily I drag my exhausted body into the sky and disappear into the clouds.

I groan - a low rumble over my tongue �" as I feel an ache over my wings. My eyes drift over to discover the pain stretching over it. It’s torn. Split straight down over the skin.

‘It won’t be long.’ I think.

Steadily I look back forward and suddenly I’m back in the haze of dragons and people again. The sense of death strengthened and surrounding me all over again.

And then… Flames… Bright and bold. Bursting over the fields of bodies of the living and the dead. It burns at my throat, but it’s a satisfying feeling. Soldiers scream out in agony as their flesh burns away, and I push up into the clouds hidden from spiteful eyes. I feel the blood drip from my mouth and between my teeth, I can’t help the flush of exhaustion that washes over me, as other �" younger �" dragons fly around me.

Then I feel a strike of pain through my chest. Looking down at myself, I found the deeply impaled spear crafted from wood and metal. I stutter in my flight for just a second before I find myself falling to the ground of the battlefield.

It hurt…

The landing…. It felt like my bones had all just broken into a million pieces. I groan and shift my head slightly causing black spots to jump around my vision.

Then… There was pressure on my back.

They’re standing on me… Their heavy bodies make me want to groan at the added pressure on my ribs, but steam just rises from my nose instead. Everything just seems to go quiet and still as my consciousness slowly leaves me. The slow enragement of the other dragons as they fly down scaring off the human, pushing them back to their protection. Then everything goes black…

I never saw the end of that battle…. By the time I had regained consciousness it had long gone and ended. I was left abandoned, possibly thought of dead. I traveled hundreds of miles after I had awakened, heading home… Well… What I thought was home…

When I returned back to the place I called home… It was clear…. We hadn’t won the war… Buildings, streets, the castle and houses of the people were long gone and destroyed and at the center was a burning stack of corpses… Humans… and dragons alike…

At this time, I was younger… More naïve and fool hearty. I took what I had for granted and once that war had ended I finally realised what I had and no matter how many times I wished to the stars that I could just fall back asleep and live amongst my kin, it never brought them back. In the end, I just came to the conclusion….

That I was the last one left….

The Lone Dragon….

Author's Note

Ok so I deeply apologise for not putting up any sort of writing for months and I was actually planning to start releasing chapters for this story after I finished and released the lastest chapter of Red Dawn which I had hoped to finish before the new year but that didn't happen sooooo.... here is the prologue of Lone dragon, the next chapter will be released next week, just to keep a steady flow for this story.