User blog:Ungatt Fun/The Last of the Dragons

Prologue

Mossflower was a scene of serenity. The sun poked out between the clouds, and shined down upon the beautiful land of Mossflower Wood. There was no breeze to taint the birds' beautiful song; it was the perfect day. Then, it all abruptly ceased. The birds mysteriously stopped singing. The sun was conquered by dense, black clouds. These clouds released rain in torrents, and a strong gust of wind had picked up. Suddenly, through the clouds, a gargantuan creature came crashing the through the clouds. It roared in agony at the horrible wound that plagued its side, and as it roared, marvelous flames burst forth, charring the once serene forest. It was immensely weakened from the wound, and it couldn't stop itself from crashing onto the forest floor. The forest burned and charred around it, and it released a low, quiet moan. Its only thought was revenge. Revenge on the villain that had shot him. Revenge on the people that had betrayed him. But he knew he wouldn't have the chance. He would die before he even saw another living creature, and the gates of Dark Forest would be open to him, where he would join the rest of his kind. Only one name stayed in his head as he drifted out of consciousness. Dervin Snowtail!