Finding Peace

Prologue: Leaving Our Home

A beastly black, red and yellow dragon, laid on a ledge over looking a large cavern with other dragons of all sizes milling about. The dragon on the ledge looked out the opening in the cave wall, outlooking the mountains that the remaining surviving dragons from the human/dragon war that raged that land. Soft wing beats made the monumental dragon turn his head. A younger dragon lieutenant was floating midair. The young drake seeming impartial but his eyes shone with dull surrender.

"General Bazlar, the human King is here to negotiate with you." The young red and tan drake said in a low tone, the tone of a defeated being.

"We're not defeated yet, Lieutenant Cyrus. We have nothing to talk to a human ruler about." General Bazlar growled out. More wing beats sounded, clipped, uneven and heavy. The source of the new wing beats was a chained dragon with a human rider. The dragoness that the human king was on had stark white scales and her eyes were milky, dull with out hope. "What do you want, human King."

"We both know what I am here for, beast. Surrender to the humans! This war will only get worse for dragons." The king demanded.

"You dare come into our mountains and demand anything of us?!" Smoke flew from the large drake's noseas he roared. "We will never bow to humans! Your people have enslaved our kind and forced them to work in your fields, your mines and as your rides. You will not leave here alive, human!"

"Nothing will change if I die here! My brother will take over as King." The King snarled in definace.

"Well, at least you have accepted your fate human." General Bazlar snapped, bitting the human King, swallowing him whole. Bazlar snapped the chains keeping the white dragoness enslaved. "Welcome home, Snark ."

"Thank you, General Bazlar." Snark thanked the drake, before flying off the ledge, finally free from human bonds. General Bazlar went back to gazeing out of the opening.

Years passed and the war grew worse for dragons, most were dead or enslaved. Only 1/3 of the dragon population were still feral. General Bazlar knew that he had only postponed the inevitable. If dragons stayed with humans any longer they would not last and they would be slaves to humans with no freedoms. Bazlar knew what he had to do. General Bazlar slowly rose to his clawed feet, dragging his old body to the ledge and riseing to the air. Gliding down to the cavern and flew through the cavern opening and out into the early mountain mist. Rising into the air, the large drake called out to his brethren.

"Dragon brethren, it's with a heavy heart that I say this but the time has come that us dragons must leave the main land and seek our own paradise, one with no humans!" Voices of other dragons began to call out dissagreement but one voice rings out above the rest.

"General Bazlar is right, we have put this off for too long. The humans have forgot that we were.once there comrades. The humans no longer need us. Those of you who wish to leave may follow General Bazlar to a new place where dragons can be free. Others that wish to stay may, as I will." The voice echoed across the mountain tops. A old grey drake with red and green lines, flew around a mountain beside General Bazlar.

"Hello, Oberniox, it is great to see you again."

"Yes I agree, but altas, I fear that we will never see each other again." General Bazlar didn't reply, but turned away from his old friend. Oberniox's words cut off any and all protests.

The next morning only a few dragons chose to stay behind while the rest went with General Bazlar. Oberniox watched as his friend left.