I don't have much of a story, really. I was brought to the islands the older way, you know, breeding and stuff.

Back then my name was Porky, if I remember correctly. There was another flaming rock dragon, whose name is Spiky.

Our relationship is rather cold, and we avoided each other usually, and minimised talking with each other.

Then, one day, there was a new rule. No two same dragons of the same breed, except the legendary ones.

Both of us were shocked, and obviously one have to be taken away.

The owner of the island looked at us with sympathy and said that we would have to battle, and the winner will stay.

That night, I trained hard. If you are wondering, there is a league going on, but we have not enough strong dragons for that.

The next day, I was fairly confident that I would win. Spiky was getting ready, and I knww that if I got pinned by him, it would be hard to push him off.

A signal sounded off for us to start and I quickly charged forward. Spiky stepped to the side but since I didn't charge at full speed, I was able to turn and ram him.

He fell with a thud and tried to breathe fire on me. I was shocked, because that was not allowed.

The owner called for us to stop, and the glare that covered her sympathy was obvious. Spiky was removed and I would stay.

I was renamed, Red Rock, and I was swnt to fight in the league. In the past, I was strong. But newer, stronger dragons came, and I knew it was time for my retirement.

Now, watching those young dragons fight, makes me sometimes regret my decision, for a moment.

I needed a time of peace, and I got it. Hopefully, things would stay this way. Battles are not good, and I hope not to see or fight any again.