Dragons War: Chapter 2
Chapter 2
The ambush
The youngish dragon kin took step out of the large chamber ruins, looking into the sun that hung bright in the sky above. He smiled softly knowing he had been given a very important task that pertained to the very survival of the entire village. However, a thought entered his head, why must there always be war, never-ending war. Why could there not be peace amongst the many beings that lived within the realm. He quickly shook his head clear and extended his wings, taking to the skies above for his morning patrol over the vast plains of rolling sand and dust.
He soared high, staying amongst the clouds that stood happy in the skies. Far from war and fighting of the tribes, Jacque could not feel any more jealous, knowing that the clouds did not have worries of war. He felt that they were the only ones to truly embody peacefulness. He continued his patrol as normal and returned to the village to prepare the necessary rudiments. He spent the rest his day checking the squads, their equipment and basic tools; looking into having his own armour reforged after the last sprawl with the mortals, and getting together a pack for the travels of the next morn.
After his full days experience of leadership he was plum tuckered out. He had practically drained himself of all energy; he slowly crept into his own grotto that he called home. Looking upon the many wall paintings he and his mother of past had made after his father had died. It all brought back memories that seemed to sooth his worries. He softly smiled, the glow of the moon spreading across his home, lighting up what seemed to be a lush cavern. At the inner end of the grotto laid a red plush rug, with two crimson cushions sitting on either end. He slowly walked forwards, removed his formal attire, and replaced it with some torn stuff. Things that had been passed from male to male in his family, though his father was not able to pass it on to him for he had died before Jacque was born, his mother had to do it instead.
He stumbled forwards and lay upon the rug, becoming comfortable. He rested his head on the cushion to the right of the rug and slowly drifted into his dreams. The moon lighting the interior of his home with its soft glow.
The next day...
Jacques eyes slowly fluttered open as the suns rays passed by the entrance to his home. Flustered, he sat up and rubbed his eyes, trying desperately to remove the remnants of sleep that still sat upon his face. Slowly he perched himself upon his two feet and stumbled forwards; looking into the sky as he walked from his home and out unto the spiraling lip of the mountainside. He slowly unfurled his large wings, themselves shining in the light emitting from the sun. He took flight from where he stood, taking to the air with momentum. He quickly glided down and landed before the blacksmiths workshop.
He stepped up and into the large building, looking around. The smell of coals burning and iron being heated stained the air. He looked around, seeing all the metal hanging from the rafters. Looking forwards he saw the smith hard at work, melding together two plates of metal.
"Haganin... busy with yet another venture of yours I see," Jacque piped up with a soft chuckle in his tone.
The smith looked up from the metal and laughed, his eyes had to be more crossed then a dune toads yet he was a master blacksmith. The smith placed the metal down and walked over to a hidden rafter, pulling down what seemed to be an armour set, bluish silver in colour.
"So your not gonna talk today, well that seems understandable seeing as I'm leaving you to fend for yourself... hahaha," Jacque said in a playful tone.
"Sorry, just been busy for awhile Jacque... you know how it is, I have been up all night working on the armour for your squad." The smithy retorted.
"Dear goddess man, how could you be up at this time in the morning without getting a wink of sleep?" Jacque asked.
"With this..." The smithy walked over to his stool and picked up a root that seemed to be from a Hellgen Cactus.
"You sneaky devil... How did you get a hold of a Hellgen cactus root? They're forbidden," Jacque said in a playful mocking way.
"Yeah well old friend I have my ways... Well anyways your gonna need this if your to go out today," The smith handed over the armour into Jacques hands. They both laughed and went about their own business. Jacque quickly returned to his home and redressed in his battle garb. After getting dressed in the proper attire for the days attack, he proudly stepped out of his grotto, taking a deep breath in. He wondered to himself if there would ever be peace.
He took to the skies and flew over to the exit of the village, where his awaiting squad stood ready for their leader. Just beyond them stood the high council, ready to see out the glorious warriors that were to strike a blow at the maniacal mortals. Jacque softly landed in front of the squad and the council, facing the elders themselves. He bowed graciously and awaited their reply.
"Jacque Contra, you have been chosen to lead a deafening blow to the mortals; it will be this battle that decides the total outcome of the war. Do you accept your position?" The grand elder asked aloud so that all could hear. Jacque looked up and spoke in a loud yet sturdy tone,
"Yes I do..." With that, the squad that stood behind him began cheering aloud. The elders softly conversed amongst themselves, and then turned back to him and his squad.
"Then you will strike their munitions factory and cut off their entire supply of ammunition and artillery!" As the elders finished that, Jacque spun around and ordered the squad of ten to follow. He took to the sky quickly as one by one the warriors flew up and followed.
Thirty minutes later...
Jacque softly touched down upon the ground that stood around the large grey metal building. Smoke stacks breaking out the top of it, spewing black smoke into the sky. One by one, the warriors landed behind him in formation. Jacque quickly calmed them before giving them a little pep speech.
"Now you men will be striking a major blow to the humans by destroying this filthy machine ridden factory. We will stand for their incompetence no longer, we will end it here!!!" With that, Jacque gave them the order to charge, the draconian band of warriors quickly began running towards the factory. All of them roaring at the top of their lungs; suddenly all ten of the Draconians stop dead in their tracks. Their heads sliding from their necks and hitting the hot sandy ground.
"Dear goddess, what in the..." Jacque exclaimed aloud in complete disgust. The bodies of the men falling in complete disorder. Jacques eyes widened at the spectacle that just took place before his eyes; not only had he just witnessed his men be killed within seconds, but he saw something actually kill his race. Only one weapon could actually penetrate a Draconians tough scale; the humans must have stolen a Dragons blade, otherwise known as "Drakes Bane". He stood shocked as artillery began to befall, raining down hot shells of mortal making. One after another, the shells hit the ground, creating large rumbles that threw Jacque from his feet and onto the ground. He looked up in disbelief, believing that this was how he was going to be ended. A tall thin mortal woman appeared above him, a deadly smirk across her face.
He closed his eyes as she brought the blade of Drakes bane to his neck, digging the tip into his scales. Jacque took one breathe in, in full embrace of fate... that was until a large shell went off right behind him, after that he could hear nothing...
To be continued...