Darkness. Stillness. Nothingness. A flash of green light bounced off an extended, scaly, black wing. A long, low cry sounded, something like a roar, echoing around the blackness. Another answered it, sounding like nails on a blackboard, coming from everywhere at once.
The cries fell silent. All that was left in the blinding darkness was a constant drip of water, falling endlessly on the slick rock.
Another flash. This time blue light, more black wings. Another cry cut through the air. A flutter of tiny wing beats answered the cry, and a soft ash fell over the whole place. Silence, complete and utter silence, followed.
A dragon rose from the ashes. Hard, aqua scales, glowing in the solid darkness. Eyes, eyes fiery amber with the perfect hint of clear blue, bright and shinning over everything, like specks of the sun captured in a raindrop. Claws, magnificent claws, strong and sharp, piercing through the slick rocky ground, opening the lava.
He opened his mouth a roared. A roar like no other. The roar, loud and echoing, thundered over all the land, casting its owner’s power everywhere. Fire erupted. It was a brilliant blue-orange flame, casting light over everything in its path.
One of the eerie cries sounded again. The cawing cry started answering it. The dragon lifted his head and roared angrily, tossing its great head from side to side and thrashing its tail, the spade crashing into things hidden in the darkness.
“Crawwww!” The cry was louder, a more demanding tone.
The dragon took a step forward, his head tilted at an uncertain angle, looking for the source of the sound, his claws digging deeper toward the Lava.
There was a hissing sound and the dripping of water started again, giving off an echo and putting a stop to the cries.
The dragon spread his wings far apart, stretching the tips as far as they would go. His throat rumbled, like it would in the making of fire. His wings were pressed with an unseen force, the darkness wishing to claim its solid shape again, destroying all else.
Another flash, red, on black-scaled wings. A loud cry sliced the air again, this time full of pain.
The dragon opened his mouth, revealing a sickening glow of red, and roared. Fire shot from his jaws, touching the heart of the darkness, trying without hope to break it. The dragon lifted a stocky paw, claws warmed from their place with the trapped Lava, and swiped at the air, the fierceness in his eyes unexplainable.
Then, as quickly as it started, the darkness was in control and silence was over powering the cries. The dragon, bound by the laws of its nature, had his mouth shut and paws set firmly against the stone, wings securely in place, tail held steady and kinked over its back. Its eyes had lost their fire, no longer radiating light and warmth as the darkness swamped its body and mind, searching for the dragon’s source of power.
The dragon’s power held at bay, and the darkness distracted, they came again. The flutter of tiny wing beats, many this time. The dragon in form snorted, its eyes blazing for a moment while the darkness scrambled from the unknown source.
And the ash fell again. More plentiful, more flurries. They stopped, the dripping held at bay and silent. The dragon’s power restored, he stood up on his hind paws and pushed with all his might. His wings ripped through the trance and widened, his jaws shooting open. The darkness scrambled.
Then they rose. First one, a magnificent red scaled beast, a queen of her day. Her eyes shone a wonderful green, hints of violet and amber speckled in. She roared, fire a wonderful blue aqua color ripping at the darkness. More arose.
Blue, green, red, gray, amber, and orange scales flashed in the odd fire light of dragons firing at the darkness. It scrambled, trying to take hold again, unable to regain power for the ashes flurrying down upon the dragons, renewing their power.
Drops of black blood fell from the sky, each a symbol of shattered darkness.
The dragons stopped their fire, the first dragon the largest, standing tall as their leader. He swept his wings, motioning for the others to fly ahead in the remaining darkness and find light. They broke ranks, flying in all directions, wings spread apart, scales rattling.
The first dragon swept his head from side to side, observing the scene with what he could. The drops on black blood had seeped into the ashes, creating liquid clumps. The dragon, now known as Herensuge, spread his wings and followed the echoing sounds of dragon calls.
After he left, the ashes started bubbling. A low, quiet crackle split the air.
Thus the birth of darkness began…