It all starts in a kingdom far in the
sky-lands. War broke out sending the dragons on their feet fending for their beloved kingdom. King Zyazitu (Zie-uh-zit-oo) was worried that the kingdom would perish along with the rest of the dragons. However, his son Spectoros (Spec-tore-ose) Conspectus, a mighty prince and commander in chief of the dragon army, was not going to let the undead army take him and his kingdom down.
At least not without a fight that is...
Prince Spectoros:
Come on army are you seriously going to let our kingdom perish! Especially our long-lived kingdom! Look!!! Look around!!!
BOOM!!! Explosions happening all around as one of the castle's walls crumble.
You cowards! Why are you not fighting back!?
Crowd:
We are!
Prince Spectoros:
Well obviously not hard enough!!! How can the undead army defeat us! We are dragons! Start fighting, stop staring at me! Ugh!!!
This battle went on for days, three days to be exact. The kingdom was falling apart and the dragon population was dropping. It was a gruesome scene as dragons were dying, mothers, children, fathers, and babies. Prince Spectoros decided it was time... time to do something he has not done in years.
*sigh* Men! Retreat!!! Let them have our kingdom!
*Prince Spectoros was different then all the dragons. He was small and could not fly at the time. However, he was a great commander. Spectoros had to fight his way out to retreat, but on foot. He was cornered by two undeads, but found a spot to hide before they spotted him.*
Good thing they have poor, slow reactions...
Baby Kitten:
Meow.
Prince Spectoros:
Huh? Oh my you are so cute...
Baby Kitten:
Reow. *purr* *purr*
Prince Spectoros:
Poor baby you look scared.