"Where there is strength there is weakness. Where there is Wisdom there is Ignorance. Where there is darkness there must always be light. Though we creatures strive for change and in some cases power or the increase of one element or another, the world will always find a way to balance itself," an archaic tree spoke to its young pupils.


Firal starred up at the sky ignoring the tree's words, "If the world always finds it's balance how does that effect us?"

"It doesn't," a voice from behind him spoke, "Speaking of balance is like speaking of destiny, both are for scholars and poets.

"Taer sit down and Firal pay attention. Of all my students you two are a prime example of the balance our world creates." the old tree snapped.




Firal was a young red of incredible size, but despite of this or maybe because of it he spent many of his days watching smaller races live and flourish. On this particular day he and his friend Taer had snuck away from classes to see this fabled balance their teacher had spoke of, or at least that is what they originally hoped.


The world was still young and and the lesser races had just begun to flourish. The pair set down in a field near a small thriving village. Taer smiled at his friend for no sooner had they landed but a small troop of lesser demons approached. Firal returned his friends smile. though they were so different in shape, appearance and abilities they shared a like mind.

Phyra listened to the wise tree speaking, taking in everything he had said. Remembering every detail, every words. Only this time, when the wise tree paused to start the next line, no smart comment echoed back. She lowered her head and glanced around the group, Firal and Tear was missing, so staying low to the ground she snuck away from the group, they were somewhere and she would find them.

"They're probably causing some sort of trouble." she sighed softly to herself.

Firal felt the adrenaline wash through him as his jaws crushed through hard amour shell and into soft warm flesh. He'd been so hungry lately feeding off of lesser animals was surviving but feeding off sentients was living. At moments he wondered if he should look over to see how Taer was fairing but those thoughts faded in the chaos and madness of battle.


Unlike his friend Taer was not fighting, but merely watching with every passing moment Taer watched as Firal's mind faded deeper and deeper into darkness. Being significantly weaker and smaller then his over sized companion Taer would sometimes use his magics to keep Firal in this state. Merely to watch the death and destruction his love could create.

Phrya walked cautously through the woods and stopped as a new scent touched her nose. Raising her snout into the air she took a bigger sniff and growled softly, humans they were, that much she could tell but something strange was happening. She continued to move.

She was the biggest female of the group but far smaller then any of the males, she could've easily taken on any group of humans, that was for sure. Yet, as she moved on human blood touched her nose and her growls faded. Two familiar dragon scents then followed after, and she crouched low under a big bush and peered through making as little noise as possible. She saw the humans dieing, but she did not move, and then she saw the two dragons.

She thought it best to lay low, Firal and Tear were not dragons to mess with.