War on Omerly

Chapter One. Meet The Young Hero.

“Amorith, use tour tail, your body is also a weapon!” The elder dragon said to the young dragon. Amorith spawn around knocking his opponent off his feet. He lunge at his opponent's neck with his mouth open and his sharp teeth showing but his opponent us its feet making him go over his opponent and rolled on the ground. The opponent rolled up and stand instantly and put his feet on Amoriths neck, pining him.
“ENOUGH!” The elder dragon bellowed. “Emron won the battle.” The elder dragon is a light gray anthro dragon. He is wearing this black robe with flames trying to reach up from the bottom of the robe and almost touching the waist. The base at the bottom of the robe, the base of the end of the sleeve and the base around the neck has a gold brim. There is gold flames from the top of the shoulder coming down below the chest and it's flaming down towards the ground, like it's defying gravity. And were a belt will be in the middle has a red belt but showed in with the robe. “Amorith, try not to do the finishing blow every moment, you need to wait for the perfect moment to do the final blow. Now, training will not happen tomorrow. We have friends from long ago coming to visit our place. Be there on time as best you can and be respectful. The next time I see someone disrespect our gust again like last time will be punishes severely.” The elder dragon walks out of the big room. The room is a giant mined out cave. There are eight holes on the roof unordered, were sunlight can come in. Only on one side of the room has carved out windows and the other side with torches. The doorway is on the wall to the left of the torches. There are torches on the window wall too but are unlit. The room is rectangle and it's almost sundown.
Amorith clench his fist and smack the ground, growling at himself for his failure. “I got to say, you really improved.” Emron said with a slight evil smile.
“Get off me and stop smiling at me like that jerk.” Emron chucked and release Amroith and put his claw hand down to help Amorith up. But Amorith got up by him self.
Emron shook his head. “You always try to make your self look amazing to our elders, but you always make yourself have tunnel vision and you keep making mistakes on the basic fighting maneuvers.” Emron said with a worried look.
“I don't need your advice Emron, your just more lucky because you have more muscle on you than me.” Amorith growled.
“Me having more muscle means nothing if you are more skilled than me.” Emron sighed. “Just please make sure you come to the feast tomorrow, we are going welcome a long lost friend and I do not want to see you not there and be here to keep practicing your combat. Family is more impotent than your pride.” Amorith just brush the dust off him self and ignores him. Amorith is a bright red dragon anrthro. He is wearing leather armor, his chest plat is like a vest but has 2 lines on the back so when he sliding it down on himself the wings base at his back will slid in between and use this leather strap to hold it together to not make it flap around. The pants is similar but the strap is the belt and its above the tail to hold the leather pants up. But he is not wearing helmet, gloves nor boots. The armor is worn down from being used many times. Emron is wearing the same thing. Emron is a green anthro dragon. Emron sighed again and walks out of the room shaking his head. His tail swinging left and right. “One day you will learn that pride corrupts you and makes you lose the ones you love.” Emron shouted when he was about to leave the big room.
Amorith growled angrily and put his hands on a dragon armor stand and flung to the ground and yelled like an angry child having a tantrum. “Why am I so week?” Amorith shouted to himself. He put his back against the wall were the armor stand was leaning on. He slid down to the ground and put his hands on his head. “I try so hard, I work my butt off every hour to learn skills to defeat my enemies. But I still fail. The elders will think I am never good enough and banish me from our dragon clan.” He stays there silent for a moment than he opens his eyes. He just thinks over and over what he did wrong, how to avoid it next time and become batter. He puts his hands on his lag and sighed. He looks to his left and sees the helmet that was on the armor stand. He use his tail to pick it up and have it up to his face in front of him.
The helmet was silver, with design of flames coming from the nostrils, going along the side of the muzzle and below the eyes and sprouts out like fins on the back of a dragons head. This was the armor that Eldron, our elder dragon that was teaching today, worn this helmet in the war that happened four hundred years ago. The battle between the dragons and humans. And the armor still have the dints from the war but is kept well preserved. Back than, the humans saw us dragons as monsters, horrible beast that eat their sheep, burn their crops and steal their valuables. I admit there are some dragons that were bad. But we're just the same as them. Some were good, some were bad. But they attack the good dragons anyway for anger and fear of us. It was a bloody war, traitors in our own dragon friends to help the humans kill us off, but the traitors get killed by the humans anyway. Hmmp, karma. But than our elder dragon, the half human, half dragon, with the help of a human friend and a husky werewolf that does not stand as a human, fought both sides to stop the war. And they won, they stop the blood shad that lasted for eight years. And to thank the human and husky for stopping the war, the elder dragons give them their blood and with the help of the mages, the human and husky drank the blood and made them as strung as us, live long as us. But the husky and human left for something, I don't always pay attention to out teacher. All I cared about was us. But now our elder dragon made this clan, were us anthro dragons try to keep peace with the humans and dragons, to avoid this war from happening again.
Two hundred years ago I was born. My parents were solders, helping our kind keep the peace. I always wanted to be a warrior, a knight. And above all the other more worthy dragons in our group, Eldron chose me, to train to be strong. And I been trying so hard to become like our elder, a peace maker, a great warrior. But, I always make these STUPID LITTLE MISTAKES! He slam the helmet on the ground. I am never going to be as good as our elder. I am always going to make these stupid mistakes and they will never accept me as one of them. Amorith sighed angrily.
“Anger issues again?” said a woman's voice.
Amorith looks up and sees the a purple anthro dragon. She wore a light purple robe that has a gold belt with purple orbs and same thing with the base of the neck on the robe. This shows she was a mage. She was leaning on the door way with her left hand on her hip. “Hi Dalea.” Amorith said with grumpy attitude.
Dalea makes this sound like she tysking four times. “Still trying to be better than us again?” She said with a mucking smile. Amorith glared at her. She shakes her head and walks to him. Her smile soften to a gentle sweet smile. “Trying so hard will get you sick one day. Mark my words.” She picks up the armor stand and put it back to were it was. “You really should not try so hard. Eldron pick you above every one alts here. You should be honored.” She said as she picks up the arms of the armor and puts it back on the armor rack.
“I will be honored when I go on the privet journeys with him.”
“Still stubborn as always.” She dust off the armor.
“You be quit, at least the high mage praises you every time you do something right. I have to work harder to get the praises from Eldron.”
Dalea sighed. “You do know he almost never praise anyone right? So why even try?...”
“And abandon all the hard work he did for me?” He snap at Dalea interrupting her.
“That's not what I meant. I meant why try hard to get praise from someone who almost never praises anyone? Your asking for something that you'll never going to get.” Amorith stays silent. Dalea huff out her nose. “Look.” She picks up the helmet. “He brings you under his wing, him training you is the biggest honer you're ever going to get from him. Nothing more. And he is teaching move that our ancestors knows that was forgot so long ago that gives you more advantage over battle, to only you. But you try to impress him with your 'new skills' to make him like you more when he already does.” She kneels down. “Do not let your ego get the batter of you. Probably that's why he never gave you a pat on the head for a 'job well done' for your hard work.” She holds out the helmet to him. “Now quit being a flame head and be glade of what you have.”
Amroith stares at her for a moment than looks at the helmet for a moment. Than he gently takes it from her and keeps staring at the helmet. The light from the torches are dancing on the helmet making the flame on the helmet as if it was alive. His eye slightly widened from the beauty from the helmet.
Dalea smiles. She stands up and lands her claw hand towards him. Amorith finally release from being memorized by the helmet and looks at Daleas hand. He than looks at her eyes. Despite the attitude he gives to everyone they still try to help him? He looks back to her hand. Than he gently grabs her hand and she helps him up.
“You are an amazing dragon. You really should not be so hard on yourself from these silly little mistakes. We are not in a life and death situation yet. So enjoy the moment while you still can.” She grins sweetly. Amorith stares at her for a moment than nods. “Good, now I will see you at the feast you handsome beast.” She said with a deviant smile. Amorith eyes widen a bit. That was fist someone said THAT to him. She walks out of the room, swinging her tail left and right in a flirty manner. When she finally left he still stood there staring at the doorway for a long moment.
“Oh lord-y lu.” he said with a shaky breath exhale and same time slowly looks back to the helmet. The helmet is reflecting his face, like the helmet was his head. He felt some strange strength from looking at the helmet. He walks to the armor stand and looks at the armor stand. The light from the sunset is what making the armor look like a master peace of art. He put's the helmet back on the armor stand and steps back and look up and down at the armor. The armor was crafted by the greatest blacksmith. The lags were scales, the boots were claws, the chest plat were flames shooting up word and the arms are scales and the hands like claws. It's like design is like an anthro dragon that is on fire. Some find it intimidating, some don't.
'They may be right, I been working to hard and trying to prove something that I will never get.' he thought. He looks at the helmet and the helmet looks at him. He puff his chest out. 'nun-the-less, I am not going to stop till my elders say I am a worth night, a warrior.' he stares at the armor a bit longer than he opens his mouth, letting out a gust of flames to his left and light the torches that was on the window wall. He stares at the torches as the flames dance with the joy of life. He smiles a tiny bet. Looks at the armor one last moment. Now the flames on both walls now makes the flames on the armor come alive. He grins a bit bigger. “One day, I will be as great as you Eldron.” He said. Than he walks out of the big room.