Smoke filled the surrounding area, creating a dark fog around the kingdom's border. Flames leapt up high and licked the tips of the smoke clouds, earning for the sweet taste of fresh oxygen to consume.

Between the thumps and thuds of the pounding feet of fighting dragons, a small sound called out.

"Mommy!"

A young child made her way through the smoke and flames, maneuvering through the thrashing dragons that were much larger than herself.

"Mommy?" She called out once more, terrified of the beasts above and around her. None looked like her, and this scared her.

All was dark.

The only light was the various blasts from each dragons' fire.

"Mommy." The child's cry dimmed as her eyes fell upon the body of the woman she searched. Tears flooded her eyes and she began to cry. She had no one left. She was all alone in the middle of an all out war between dragons.

A loud thud behind her startled her and she slowly turned her small head to look. Her eyes widened at the sight and her body shook with fear and terror.

Before her stood a great dragon, standing at a height of twenty feet and a length of twelve more feet. It's beady eyes glared down upon her, only viewing the child as less than a tasty morsel.

Smoke bellowed off of it intensely as it exhaled. It's dark grey scales shimmered like freshly polished metal on a brand new sports car. It's claws dug into the earth as it took a step towards her.

The child feared the worst and moved back, using her arms to pull her body and her legs to push. Her heart temporarily stopped as she felt her back hit against something hard. She knew there was no plant life around the area, and any large rocks would have been turned to pebbles from the fight.

Her heart began to thump quickly as she took her gaze from the dragon before her and looked up. The bottom of the chin of a large white head was all she could see above her, she followed it down the neck and then to the leg a metre away from her. The white dragon was cold at the touch and her body began to shiver.

She was certain that she was going to die there and then.

She could feel the dragons' breathing, she could feel it's growls through the vibrations of the earth. She could see a red stain upon the jaw of the white dragon behind her, and instantly she knew it was blood.

The child shut her eyes tightly and held her breath. She assumed that if the dragons were to devour her, she wanted her last thought to be her favourite memory. The memory of her and her mother, together, in the middle of a field of flowers.

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The sun shone brightly and not a cloud dared to drift by the clear blue sky, multicoloured flowers dance wildly with the cool wind. For miles and miles, the flowers danced in their fields, seemingly stretching on forever.

Two humans laughed and played in the centre of the flower fields.

The child looked up at her mother, her warm smile could calm any storm. Her eyes sparkled brightly, rivaling with the sun's beauty. Her hair was a beautiful scarlet colour with blue streaks within. Her mother's laugh was a beautiful song that always made her smile.

Her mother lifted her up into the sky and held her high. The child laughed with joy and outstretched her arms, as though she were flying.

Their eyes met and their love filled the entire area, not a soul went unloved in that moment.

Falling down into the bed of flowers, holding on tightly to her daughter, the child's mother gasped and let out a beautiful, songful, laugh. Flower petals leapt up into the sky around them, raining down slowly. For a moment, only they existed in the world they knew.

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"Oi! This is my morsel! Get yer own!" A voice growled above the child, snapping her from her memory. She did not know of this voice, she had not heard it before. The child looked around, hoping to see another human, but she was the only one that she could see.

"You will not harm a hair on this child's head." Another voice bellowed from above. The child also did not recognize it, she tilted her head up at the two dragons who towered above. She had never heard a dragon speak before, so she assumed it wasn't them.

But she was wrong.

"Fine, Ye can have the head an' I'll take the body." The first voice hissed, making the child jump. The grey dragon in front of her pawed at the ground as the first voice sounded, drawing her gaze up toward's the dragon's head. "Now fork it over so I can split it!"

The child gulped. The dragon spoke. And she could understand it.

"You aren't listening." The second voice called out, drawing the girl's attention to the white dragon. "You will not touch this child. Period. End of story." A cold rush of air bellowed off of the white dragon, the child shivered, but she also saw the grey dragon shake a bit.

"Tsk. Fine. Whatever." It grumbled before turning away and flying off to look for something else. The child shook with each step the dragon took before it took to the sky.

"You're safe now, young one." The white dragon lowered it's head next to the child. "Come with me, climb onto my back. Out on a battlefield is no place to be for a child like yourself." The dragon's warm words comforted the young child and the girl smiled a little.

"Mommy." The child pointed at the corpse just past the white dragon as she boarded the creature. The dragon felt her sadness and sent it's love towards her.

"I'm sorry for your loss little one, I'm sure my queen will take you in." The white dragon spoke with sympathy as it stood tall, stretching out its wings as it readied itself for flight. "My Queen is kind, and loves all. She'll surely take you in, I'm sure of it."

The dragon gently flapped it's wings and soon enough it was in the air, flying back to it's home and it's queen.