It took us a few hours, but we finally made it to a resistance camp. We were approached by 2 human guards. “Halt!” they said. “Please, let us enter. I must speak to your leader.” ask Slayer. Then a large white wolf came. “My name is White Fang. I’m the leader here. What brings Dragon Slayers here to Camp Freedom? If you’re here to kill our dragon comrades…”. “It’s not like that.” I said. “Wait…I know you. Your Pyron, leader of the Dragon Knights.” “Uh…I’m pretty sure I’m not they’re leader.” I said. “That’s not what we heard. But come.” We follow White Fang to his tent. There he explained what was going on for a few weeks. “I see. Gana, Flame and I were just following a decoy.” I said. “That means Buraki’s warship is still back at San Francisco…with him in it to oversee its final preparations.” “Huh? Warship?” asked White Fang. “I learned Buraki’s constructing a super flying battleship that’ll likely be finished soon. We have to get back to San Francisco fast.” I said. “Hold on Pyron. Even with our help, the resistance’s chances are still very slim. We don’t exactly have the manpower to launch a direct attack on Buraki.” said Slayer. I knew he was right.
Suddenly a guard came in. “Sir, we brought in an injured dragon. He appears to be a Dark Draco.” “A Dark Draco?!” said Slayer, Fang, and I. We follow the guard to a medical tent where the Draco was. I recognized him. “No way! Tyranis!” He opened his eyes. “Well…well…didn’t think I would…find you here.” I saw he was gravely injured. “What…happen to you Tyranis?” I asked. “After you left…we came across…an old enemy of yours…Alazar…” “Alazar?! He did this?” “Yes…” Tyranis told me what had happen not long after I left. (“You want Pyron’s heart? I want his hide.” said Tyranis. All Alazar did was laugh. “What’s so funny?” “I said I want his beating heart…but…I changed my mind. I know he has a dark power within him, and I want it for myself. I want each of the Dark Draco’s power.” said Alazar. “Take our power?! Your mad. Dracos, take him out.” Each Draco went for Alazar, but he got each of him with his tendrils. He then sucked away they’re powers. Tyranis couldn’t believe it. “And now…your next Tyranis.”)
As I listened, Tyranis told me that he and a few remaining Dark Dracos fled, but Alazar was able to find them within weeks. Tyranis was now the last one of the group. (“Flee all you want Tyranis. I’ll find you and take your power. Your only the appetizer. Pyron’s the main course.” Tyranis laughed. “Hm? What’s so funny?” Last I heard…Pyron isn’t a Draco anymore. He doesn’t have the Draco power anymore. Looks like I‘m the last of the Dracos.” said Tyranis. “Hmm…no matter…” He shot a tendril at Tyranis.) “Our scouts found him drenched in blood, and fatal injuries. We’re surprise he’s still alive.” said the doctor. “Well…looks like…my time to get you…will never be…” said Tyranis. I looked at the injuries. Even if I had my healing powers it won’t do no good. “Just…make sure you slay…Alazar.” he said. I nodded.
Suddenly we hear alarms and explosions. We ran out and saw a monstrosity of a dragon. “Whoa, what in the world is that?” said Slayer. “I don’t know but…I think its Alazar.” I said. “What makes you say that Pyron?” “Notice the tendrils on his right arm?” “Oh…right.” said Slayer. “Where is the Dark Draco? I want him now.” Alazar looked over and saw us. “Hm? Well well well…if I didn’t believe it until I see it. It’s my old friend Pyron.” Looks like I just got out of the frying pan and found myself into the blue fire…