A wind brushes against the dark edges of the grass on the Great Dragon Hill. This was where the many wars had been fought and this is where they will fight today. Some of their bones may become one with their friends buried deep in the earth, below the green grass. The sun’s shine is dim, as dawn has not yet arrived. Still, this doesn’t stop the army of good from standing in their stations, ready to fight for what is right. To fight for what is just and honorable.
In the skies, circling around in the deep, blue and orange swirls, dragons of different colors can be seen. Their wings add to the howling of the wind and their swoops low and calculated. From down below, all that can be seen is the beaming eyes watching and waiting in the hot air. Elves were waiting within the fluffy tree-tops
