A land far away from the continent of pyrrhia and pantala, lies a new island with some new and old dragons.
These dragons are the ancestors of pyrrhia, but the balance has fallen.
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A bright flash struck across the twilight sky of rarotonga, lighting up the dark rainy, deathly night. Followed by a sound louder than any dragons roar. A frightened injured, nervous looking dragon layed in a cave, a shiftwing. Praying that the pursuer will not find her. Another flash followed by thunder, blanketed the sound of the nearing claw steps.

The nearing dragon stepped out of the shadows majestically revealing her self.

"You can't run or hide how pitiful, luckily I cut your wings you cant fly" the emerged dragon said mockishly

The injured dragon jumped with shock, then realizing there was no escape and lay down again with her head resting on her right arm.

"Just kill me you have magic so I cant escape!"

The intruder, shocked, suprised "I killed your queen, your mother I should say"

"WHAT YOU KILLED THE QUE.. IMEAN MY MOTHER!"
the injured dragon screamed
She started to weep
"What are you going to do to me" the injured dragon said nervously

"Oh" she said jokingly "just think, of the WORST WAY A DRAGON COULD DIE"

"Y-ou w-w-ould do that" the injured dragon stuttered

"NO, SOMTHING 100 TIMES WORSE THAN THAT!!!!!"

"Theres nothing more you can take from me" he retorted

"Oh is that so, theres one thing left" she paused a knife flew from the shiftwings claw and hit the injured dragon in the neck spilling blood all over the floor and a horrifying scream filled the room but abruptly stopped.
"Your life" The body fell over limply into the pool of blood.

The murder walked over and pulled out the knife and spoke "I am xerophilous, and I am the only heir to the throne. I am now queen xerophilous, queen of the world and nothing stands in my way!"

Oooh this sounds good for a draft