Marc Arden and the Siphilon Academy

A mighty red dragon soared through the sky bellowing at a beast floating at the surface of the ocean, a great blue whale. The beast roared back at the dragon and shot a blast of ice-cold water from its blowhole which struck the dragon on its wing. The water instantaneously morphed into a twenty-foot-long jagged block of ice and pierced the thin membrane of the wing, that split so easily it seemed to be made of tissue paper. The dragon roared in distress and desperately flapped its wings, trying to maintain altitude whilst turning its great big head towards the whale and summoning the fire deep within its belly. The dragon blasted a pillar of flame from its wide maw directly at the whale. The whale tried to outmaneuver the extremely lethal, high-temperature element rushing at it, by dipping underwater but was too slow and got branded with a black, blistering mark across its back. The rest of the fire boiled the water around the whale, who uttered a long pitiful moan and sank into the depths of the ocean. The dragon veered its course towards the mainland - A wide cliff with boulders covering its face - gliding down, preparing for a crash landing. Hot, crimson blood raining in droplets from the tips of its wing into the ocean. Just as it was about to crash, a figure jumped off its back, his long grey beard streaming past his shoulder. He landed on the ground rolling off the impact and took cover behind a boulder, the ground shook as his dragon fell, after regaining his balance, the man ran back to the dragon, his movements graceful for an old man. The man inspected the wound on the dragon's wing. He cursed and raised his hands in the air, his face tight in concentration. He uttered a word, and a small fleck of light shot at the dragon's wing from his fingertips. Slowly, the cut began to close. After a few seconds, the wound entirely disappeared, replaced by a patch of smooth, fresh, pink skin. Then from deep inside the woods of the mainland, another loud roar resounded. Fast heavy footsteps approached the place the man stood vulnerable. Suddenly, a massive beast burst out of the woods at the precinct of the cliffs. A T-rex about fifty feet tall locked its eyes on the helplessly entangled dragon sprawled on the ground and growled so deep, powerful, and ancient as the way the whale had roared. It was as if the earth below would split from the vibrations. The dragon let loose another blast of fire to keep the rex well away, then started rising above the old man. From the rex, a middle-aged man leaped down to the ground and started dueling with the old man, who had unsheathed his sword instinctively. The rex cautiously avoided the dragon's blasts of pure flame and bounded towards the old man, who had disarmed the middle-aged man and cut a hideous, long gash across his chest, during their duel. The rex knocked the old man into the air with a strong backhand and crouched protectively around his master. The old man flew lifelessly and aimlessly until the dragon caught him in its claws – ripping a bit of the old man's arm – and carefully set him on its back, then roared at the rex, and shot a wave of fire directly at it. The rex finally got struck on its tail. After all the dragon's attempts, it succeeded in causing the rex to flail in agony as it tried to shake off the pain. The dragon roared at the skies and flew off into the unknown perils that await it. Just then, Marc awoke with a start, drenched in cold sweat, and breathing heavily.