Thunder clapped as the sounds of battle swarmed around the forest floor. Arrows flew through the air, and the sound of metal and scale clashing could be heard throughout the battlefield. Gahgnaugh swooped down to get a mouthful of human flesh. He flung them as far into the trees as he could. Then he spotted the commander flying upward, and did the same. As they couldn't hover,they circled around the battlefield, looking for a weakness in the humans defenses.
"We cannot win this, and you know it."said Gahgnaugh. The dragon suddenly seemed to age very quickly.
"We must prevail, or those foul beasts will rule the earth and it's many creatures. We will be forced to bow at their feet. I would rather die than have to experience such a thing." Gahgnaugh agreed. It would be a horror to see that happen. They flew back down into the battle.
The humans were knocking them down with ease, but the same could be said for the dragons. They were burning machinery like it was a chicks rattle. Suddenly, Gahgnaugh heard a scream and turned to see Artirius falling from the sky. O, did that make him angry. He flew down, fire spewing from his mouth. He saw the gears of a machine turn, a huge arrow heading for his chest, and in that split second before he died, he remembered things from his life.
The glorious rule of dragons when he was only a chick, the beggining of the war, when his father was to old to fight, and he had to go instead. Thhen when he took some time of to mate, and he had met her, jewel. He could almost see her glowing green eyes right now. Then there was that chick, drashet, and he had been forced to go back to war. He wondered if his own son would have the same fate as him. Then he prepared himself to die, and with a shriek that could be heard all across the land, he fell to the ground.
The great Gahgnaugh was dead.
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