Chapter 6

The lord and his physician, now their pathway was clear. They walked up the huge stairway toward the palace. Six bolts whizzed by them, each sent by a sneering attacker who reloaded, aimed, and steadied themselves. Lilian stepped in front of the six and spread her hands, pulled them apart, and a huge pink force field took the bolts for the lord. Slamming her hands together, Lilian grunted. The field condensed into a ball and shot at the men. Expanding on contact the six were no longer men, but wriggling pink cocoons. Lilian raised her hands to the skys and shoved them outwards, lifting and launching the cocoons towards the advancing army. Screaming as they flew, the six projectiles slammed into the front lines, tripping, and crushing many men. Dragons of all shapes and sizes were flying in and transforming, soon a horde of humanoids were climbing the stairs to the palace. Lilian and Charles fled screaming up the stairs. Soon, there was no one left on the stairs but the limping lord, his physician, and
Ahzera. He turned, flew a few feet into the air and sliced a claw across his throat. His claw was mere centimeters from his neck. The magic flowed, His voice boomed across the flying city. "STOP, YOU HAVE NO CHANCE AGAINST US, SURRENDER." The army did not stop, they had the "demons" in a corner, they had the (or so they thought) advantage. "FINE, IF YOU WILL NOT STOP THEN THIS WILL BE THE END...FOR YOU." In an ever louder voice,  he said, "Children of dust, this is your final battle. There will be others like you, who come and try to destroy us "demons"  but they, like you, will fail. This is your last chance, before I unlock the power that resides within me."
With a flap, he was upon the first man, stabbing and breathing fire, he was dispatched, leaping up in the air, then diving down again, he did the same to the next soldier. Leaping from man to man, he was slowly being taken down, with every jump he was weakened. Eventually, after taking down at least 20, he leaped backwards towards the palace. Intaking a huge breath of air, he waited 5 seconds then engulfed the armies in fire. It was a black fire, that ate at the light, engulfing the entire city into blackness. "Fun fact." he whispered in the commander's ear, "Dragons can see in the dark." With a screaming blow, the man was downed. There were small bits of light, coming off of the people, and their fallen allies, but even then, the dead bodies lost their light quickly. Soon the only light came from the people, like matches in the dark. "Now, you know that matches have to be put out..."

Chapter 5

The three dragons struggled against the wind. Barely keeping aloft, they flew upwards above the clouds, there was no better. They had Lord Kozemas's city in sight. A bigger version of the floating camp. Fire raged across its buildings. In the air, many dragons were locked in battle, roaring flaming balls of claws and scales, 1v1, the dragons fought across the sky. Some of the poor beasts had died, falling downwards taking....their riders? Some of the dragons had riders upon their backs. The three flew to lord Kozemas's side. Ripping the enemy flier off of him, the three attacked their kings assailant.
Quickly dispatching the poor beast, they moved to Kozemas's side. Following him to the next raging dragon-battle, they defeated the beast there to. In doing do, they saved the royal healer, Chartok. Immediately beginning to heal the Lord's wounds, he said, "Thank you three for coming. If not for you, we would have been slain. May the eternal fire's gaze be upon you." He then led the Lord to the castle, where he could heal him further. The three followed, transforming back into humanoids as the entered. The city was under siege as well, Men were swarming across the streets, attacking the resident's in their humanoid form. Many of the attackers screamed "FOR AZACTE!" or, "KILL THE DEMONS!" Ahzera neared a man and pulled his dagger. Stabbing it into the mans back, the interloper fell. Bleeding a crimson puddle, he died. As Ahzera removed his dagger, he was attacked from behind by two heavily armored men. Stepping backwards, he released a breath of fire upon the first one, melting the helmet, the man screamed in agony, falling back onto his counterpart. The second one raised his shield to block the fire, then charged. Ahzera flapped up and flamed down, scorching the attacker, he fell to the ground and joined his fellow "DemonSlayers."

Chapter 4

The rain pours as the wind devils reap their stolen bounty. Screaming, the earth shakes as its skin is ravaged. Laughing, the tornados rip the flesh off the earth's bones, Pulling trees, whistling, into the air. Chunks of dirt are taken too. Foxes, Owls, Chickens, none escape the grasp of the wind.

Ahzera, Charles, and Lilian, standing together as the sleet and rain whipped at them. A tornado was spinning near them. They were no longer nearly human. Their hands, clawed and scaled, became bigger, with their feet, Their hands and feet became less dexterous, enlarging alongside with the rest of their body. Their faces, they became huge, dragonlike. Their chests grew until huge. Arms, legs, becoming covered with rippling muscle. Their clothes, which they had removed, all except for the undergarments, ripped off. Becoming at least 10 times larger. The three, full fledged dragons now, fled. The devilish wind ripping at their wings, they flew into the storm, into the horizon, into rain, into gales, into, what seemed, oblivion.

Chapter 3

(Sorry for not posting, i had a cold.)

The three, when out of the gazebo climbed up to the top, they stretched their wings, flapped twice and launched off of the roof. With the cold rain slapping in their faces they flew. Throwing gravity to the wind. They spiraled upward, heading for a large storm cloud. When above it, the skies were clear, untouched. They flew for what seemed like hours. Only stopping once to rest. When they landed for their rest. The cities were wee specks in the distance. Pulling out bread, cheese, and wine. Ahzera said, "We've been lucky so far. Soon enough someone will see us, and our other forms will be missed." "We knew that eventually fate, and Lord Kozemas would call on us." Lilian remarked. Charles piped up and added, "Yes, our lord is calling. Should we not answer?" After a half hour of resting, they climbed an old oak tree, its branches and leaves barring them at every turn, as if to say, "Don't go. Do not leave." They reached the top and with a jump, flap and heave, they were off. Hours later, they finally stopped for the night. "Not much further now. We're doing well." Lilian said. Ahzera nodded and began to start a fire. Using his newly made flames. He burned a circle around the camp. "I feel the full transformation coming. We need to hurry." he said as he worked. Charles pulled a sack of herbs from his pockets and planted sprigs of the sickly sweet plant in the burned ground. "Yes. I feel it too. The urge to burn... the feeling of pent-up power. Release will soon come, I believe." he said as he finished his planting. Lilian began putting her hands together, like clapping, but every time she pulled her hands back, it became harder and harder to pull back. After a few minutes of this work. (It looked like she was pulling taffy now) A small string materialized, between her hands. Straining harder now, she kept going. With every pull, the string got bigger thicker, and began to have a blue sparkling aura. She finally stopped and gasped, "Boys! Put the spirit rope down with your burned ground and skymirrors." As they did so the ground around them rose up in a huge sphere. Flying through the air. Ahzera then said, "The flying camp spell should work for the night. I'll take the first watch. You two sleep." The others made no comment, but grunted in response. They trudged to their tents and slept. Ahzera pulled his hand in an upward fashion. A chair made out of dirt, flowers, and grass rose up out of the ground. Slumping into it. Ahzera rested, but didn't sleep. Yawing, he looked forward. Into the horizon.

Chapter 2

Into.....Dragons. Not the roaring burning down village kind of dragon, but more of a human shape, with draconic features. They did have wings, which sprouted from their back, like arms. Flapping, the wings carried them into the air, where more of their body began to change, the skin scaled over, looking a bit like a snakes hide, but jutting out like a hedgehogs quills. Ahzera scale/quills were spiked and jutting out further than the others, they were also a dark shade of black and red, he retained his limber human shape but became more...shadowy. Lilian's scales were streamlined giving her a flowing kind of look. Her scales were a light fleshy color, almost pink. Charles transformation was less noticable. His skin, like the others had become scaly, but instad of clawed hands, he had normal hands, any kind of skin that would be shown in a suit was normal, human, flesh. The three gazed at each other, Lilians long flowing robe had become torn in the transformation, Ahzera's cloak had been reduced to rags, Pulling a rock out of the way, he produced mastercrafted clothing, that fitted to any wearer perfectly, and suited their needs. Ahzera's new clothes were dark, camoflauged just so that is he stood still, he would be nearly undetectable. It also had many pockets and hidden holes for lockpicks or daggers. Lilian's clothes made any other dress look like rags, embroidered with gold and lapis lazuli, it sparkled with her diamond necklace. Charle's clothes were same old same old, his transformation had treated his clothing very well. The other two people stared at him and Ahzera whispered to Lilian, "I belive he is afraid of what the steelminded poloticians will say about him..." Lilian snickered and Charles scoffed.  

Chapter 1

It was a stormy black night and no sane man nor beast should be out. But three were, 2 men and a woman, or so they seemed. They met from 3 separate paths, one leading to Ahzmere, a festering pit of thieves and murderers. 
One curving to Liland, a beautiful city. 
And one straight, cobblestone, non frilly, sparkling road to Homeria, the city of politicians.
The man on the Ahzmere road was the leader of the thieves, Ahzera Blackhand.
The Liland roads occupant was the queen herself, Lilian Grace.
The man pacing down the third road was the current president, Charles Bolviar.
They met at a shaded gazebo where the 3 roads met. Taking off his raincoat, Charles said, " Ah, so good to run across you two!"
"No need to keep up the act, Charles." Ahzera sneered.
"Now now boys, remember what we met for." Lilian tactfully remarked.
"Humph, fine. I truly do not enjoy losing such fine clothes..." Charles muttered. 
"Oh DO shut up Bolviar." Ahzera said. 
The three each pulled a lamp on their respectful sides of the gazebo. With a shudder, a hole appeared in the center of the gazebo, then a stone pillar rose up. On this old mossy pillar, there were runes in an unknown ancient dialect, then three hand prints. The three all pushed their hands in, turned them clockwise, and pushed. With more groaning and clicking. It sank back down, taking with it, all three leaders. After a couple minutes of going down into the blackness, they stopped. Entering a large cave, the three humans began to change, morphing into...into...