The sky was red from the sunset. Only a few clouds were up there. It was so quiet. And then the sound of wings appeared. Many of them. Hundred dragons flying in one direction. And from the other side less than hundred were coming. The war has begun.
 

The first two lines crushed to each other and riders fell from their seats. Each dragon was trying to kill the other and not many rushed down to pick their riders on time before they crashed to the ground.

One of them jumped to another dragon, pushed the enemy rider away and while they were both falling he started stabbing him manically.
His dragon managed to pick him up and they went for the next.

Another beast was injured on its neck and lost its senses. It crashed on the ground where their armies were fighting.

 

On the ground both sides charged with way more less tactics than the last time. It was a massacre, a very rough fight.
 

But they had collateral damage too. From the dragons.

They could fall from the sky and crush on soldiers. Or a dragon could fly behind another, breathe fire, miss and go against both armies.
The generals noticed that and if they would stay there every single one of them would die.
Both sides announced their retreat and ran as far as possible. But the sky was still visible. Dark, full of fire and screams.

 

There was a forest next to the battlefield. Aliphera was supposed to arrive with elves and assist Konrand. But that night she arrived alone. No sign of elves behind her. Her head is covered with a black hood. She was watching the battle and couldn't believe how things ended.

And that's when she decided she would use that ancient spell with two words and give an end to this madness. The one she was taught by that wizard she was trained from, the past months.
For the greater good of every race or this world would be ashes and bones.
 

There was some anxiety the dragons felt and their riders could sense it as well. And then everything seemed like going into a silence. The clouds became more thick and covered the stars.
There was a strike of lightning on a dragon. It died in less than a moment.
Then another was down. And another. And another. Dragons from both sides were getting struck by lightnings while Aliphera walked slowly back and vanished through the forest, ready to carry everything she had just done for the rest of her life.

 

At the rise of the next day the ground was in ashes, some fire here and there and all dragons were dead with more than half of their riders.
 


Konrand was alive too. He was sitting next to his dead dragon, resting his back. His hands were black from the dust and smoke and blood. His face is a mess. He just stared into space.

For some time he could hear nothing. He was lost. Till one of his men approached and asked if there were any orders to give...

 

NOTE: The contents of this blog are not part of the World of Legends lore, and is not considered IG (in game). This is an independent piece dedicated to fantasy work.