TRoS: FP Chapter 2The Rise of Silvertooth: Forrgotten Past-Chapter 2
It was 8000 years ago, before the dawn of civilization, where a clan of dragons ruled and shaped the world. There was only 13 dragons living in a mountain that was in the shape of a giant reptillian head, with its mouth open and sharp fragments of rock to form teeth, there was a hole at the top that lead to the "eyes" of the head, that when it rains, waterfalls form from them, giving the effect of crying.
A elderly dark golden dragon with blue-gray, a broken right horn and torn up wings. Was walking through a dark forest. A few minutes away from him, lightning flashed from a tear in time, there a temporal time vortex of blue white and cyan twisting in the middle of the forest. With a crack of thunder it opened and revealed a destroyed world, buildings on fire, no li
TRoS: FP Chapter 1The Rise of Silvertooth: Forrgotten Past-Chapter 1
A bright, cloud free, sunny day. All is calm in the heart of the Dragon Lands. A normal day here on Earth, now that the war between Dragon vs Robot and Robot vs Robot is over, for now. Quiet and peacful, except the loud thumps of the young Earth dragon, Servor. The last Earth Dragon to survie the extiction of the Dragon species.
He was as happy as any hatchling could be chasing an extreamely rare butterfly, who was quite frightened by the larger dragon. Servors dark gray scales, with red and blue markings on his head, back, wings, and tail. That looks like paint feel on him. His scales shimmered in the sunlight, and his goregeous cyan eyes blinked from the magic dust falling off the butterflys wings, flapping really hard to get away from him. "Hey! Haha come back here!" he said