Long ago, after Devastrigon’s slumber, its energy dispersed across Enchanteria and gave birth to the mighty dragons. Hybrids of all living creatures. Could fly at the highest spheres of the sky, wander across different habitats, and could swim the harshest and deepest seas. It's what made them special, admirable, powerful, and feared. They used to have conflicts against all other races, creatures, and monsters for the sake of their survival and dominance.
However, there was an unlikely occurrence when mortals and dragons developed a special bond. They dug deeper into what the dragons truly were. Unlike Devastrigon, they just so happened to share the same image, although the reptilian hybrids did come in different silhouettes such as a shape of a snake, a shape of a bird, and even a shape of a four-legged beast.
The mortals studied and immersed themselves in the dragons’ nature, behavior, and intelligence. No matter their race, beliefs, and powers, the mortals saw peace and unity and began to build their nations from the ground up. And what better way for their homes to be built on different terrains in the name of The Great Dragons?
The different terrain may look diverse, but they were more united than ever before. Together, they named their home Drakoroaria. Ever since then, they had become the Dragon people, simply called Drakoroarians. They believe that dragons existed in Enchanteria as guidance toward divinity. Old records stated that they had different clans with names based on The Great Dragons:
Vulcan - named after the Great Fire Dragon, they were architects and builders who forge the ways of the fire.
Marine - named after the Great Sea Dragon, they were explorers and discoverers who travel the ways of the sea.
Terran - named after the Great Earth Dragon, they were farmers and providers who settle the ways of the land.
Gale - named after the Great Wind Dragon, they were artists and scholars who express the ways of the wind.
Lumen - named after the Great Light Dragon, they were priests and philosophers who seek the ways of the light.
Because of what happened long ago, the outside world only saw the Drakoroarians as the servants of Hell because of Devastrigon, but the clan leaders thought that it was best to seek peace for the sake of not just Drakoroaria, but for the entire Enchanteria. After all, it’s in their beliefs to also give guidance to the world.
Even the Flash Guardians wished to work together with the clans to end wars and aid each other to make the world a much better place than it ever was.
But, a certain group of Dragon people had felt that their beliefs meant something more. They were deceived once they envisioned a prophecy that the world will become pitch black, like from the very beginning before the creation, but this time it would soon be flooded with fire. It was a sign of a new era of Drakoroarians as supreme.
This was the birth of the Darken clan- named by an unknown Dark Dragon, they were visionaries and seekers who lurk deeper into the ways of the dark. Led by a false prophet of unknown origins, though he was known as the Dark Superior.
They must stay hidden, as if they never existed, until it was time to wage war against the Flash guardians, tore the kingdoms apart in every landmass, destroy their former and foolish fellow Drakoroarians who refused to join them, and finally, awakened the one that gave birth to their immeasurable power - the mighty Devastrigon, through the forbidden arts of dark magic.
Its size was enormous enough to conquer half the morning sky with its gigantic wings that can cause whirlwinds from each flap. Its scaly, yet, armored body was crackling with lava as if it was a living volcano.
The dragon’s long tail, with a single whip, could shatter the nearly indestructible landscapes of Enchanteria. The black claws from its four limbs could even shatter the earth when it lands. Each of the three heads of Devastrigon came with a different horn formation.
The right head, labeled as chaos, had horns that were curved forward at each side of its temples.
The middle head, labeled as death, had horns on top and were raised upward while pointed back.
The left head, labeled as destruction, had horns curved backward at each side of its temple.
On top of their heads blaze the hellish flames that stretched across their back till the tip of its tail. As it was The Darkened One's creation, it became its destruction a beautiful ruin. The three ruins had become a being of true force to be reckoned with. Thus, began the Dragon War.
Even the Flash Guardians thought that this mission could be their last. Not the power of Drakoroaria was sufficient enough. Not until an unlikely help arrived. Carrying nothing but heavy armor, a sword, a horned helmet, a shield, and a bow and arrow. A stranger appeared out of nowhere and, with nothing like the guardians had ever seen before, had demonstrated such power that even the strongest dragons trembled.
In the Drakoroarian legend, no one knows his name nor where he came from, but songs had spread these rumors of him as the infamous "Dragonslayer", who, after such a long slumber, had been awakened by the thundering roars of the Great Dragons as they plea to the skies.
He had one mission in mind: to settle the score with Devastrigon and the Darken clan. With the combined forces of the slayer, the Flash Guardians, and the five clans, they had managed to ultimately damage the three-headed dragon before sealing it back into the Underworld- letting it succumb to darkness to cool its flames and return to its slumber once again.
The Darken clan was punished. The Dark Superior, the people, and their dragons were locked in the deepest abyss known as the Void, a different place than the Underworld. It was a vast, blank, black space where their souls turned to silent smoke. A worse kind of imprisonment. Each of the clans assigned their special guards who dedicated themselves to ward the Void.
It was at that time that the five clans realized how blinded they were because of pride, thinking they should be guiding Enchanteria since they have all the power and bonded with the mightiest creature, but, in the end, instead, they should guide each other.
But the damage of the Dragon War had been done: the enchanted world was still in shambles with fire, The Great Dragons had fallen, and the Flash Guardians suffered many losses as well. However, it was the Dragonslayer who rebuilt the unity and prosperity of both Enchanteria and Drakoroaria.
After many trials of quests for good, no one knew what exactly happened to the unknown avenger. Perhaps he went back to where he came from to return to his slumber… at least… that’s what the Flash Guardians thought.
Heavily decided, the five clans isolated their land into the unknown to heal their wounds and to avoid potential disturbances… until the time comes to guide each other again… especially waiting for that sign when he awakens.
That was many years ago. Perhaps the Drakoroarian legend’s sleep would let him be forgotten, but the world knew his tales. At this time around, the Flash Guardians had been evolving into better heroes with much greater power, strategies, and arsenals in case the worst would return.
And that return was abruptly today. How was it awakened? How could the seal be broken? Was it still not strong enough for such a menace? Alas, there was no time for questions as actions were needed to protect the queen, save the innocents, and deal with Devastrigon.
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The morning blue sky was now blanketed with crimson clouds. Lightning and thunder stormed fear across the people. The dragon was so humungous, it could even cover perhaps the entire Marketplace.
The Flash Guardians didn't even hesitate for a second, nor they'd been possessed by fear. Instead, the black-armored guardian began his command. He touched his communicator on the exposed right ear of his black helmet. "Giuseppe, Code Crimson! I repeat, Code Crimson! Requesting reinforcements, now!"
Before Devastrigon could breathe its legendary hellfire, each snout of the three heads was abruptly wrapped by golden large lassos. From the opposite side of the crimson atmosphere, flashes of light boomed before their eyes.
Flash Guardians riding on their majestic griffins came out of the flashing light. They were split into two groups before going around the three-headed dragon.
There were forty griffins on the left and the same number on the right. Each was mounted by two guardian riders. On the front was the pilot and behind was holding a shining rifle pointing at the dragon. "Is this all of them?" asked the black-armored guardian to Giuseppe, who was back at the Flash Guardian HQ.
"Not yet,” Giuseppe responded to the black-armored guardian through comms. “The capturing team will be preparing the big guns." He was cloaked with his violet robe and his white hair over his pale face was brushed up for times like this. Inside the Flash Guardian headquarters, Giuseppe locked his blue eyes on the humungous screen before him while the guardians were busy at their tables monitoring other areas of the Marketplace.
The black-armored guardian replied, "Make it fast, also requesting transport for the Raiders in the Flash Guardian Hold and the queen to the-"
A strong wind from Devastrigon's single flap of its ginormous wings almost blew them away. But the flying guardians kept their balance in midair. The ones with shining rifles shot lightning that was quick enough to create a force field surrounding the dragon for security, although, because of its colossal size, the force field would take a while to be whole.
The black-armored guardian reported, "Giuseppe, we approximately have immobilized, we need the big guns immediately."
Over the black-armored guardian's head, beams of light started forming a large light blue sphere that was surrounding Devastrigon. He raised his head higher to see more Flash Guardian riders coming in close to the danger.
Right after, Giuseppe’s voice popped up through the comms. "You're welcome, Erik.”
The black-armored guardian named Erik turned to his team. He began muttering, "Shit, this turn of events is pissing me off." He quickly changed his composure from annoyance to professional- as a golden rank Flash guardian should act at this very moment. "Alright, Flash Guardians, we've got more work to do."
The Flash guardian with the faded haircut sighed, "Goddammit."
The Raiders began to shine and fade away like clouds of dust, meaning they were transported to the Flash Guardian Hold, the coordinates to that place were simple and memorable enough for a few criminals, but not too many people. The queen, meanwhile, was escorted by her two guards. She warily scanned the crowd as the other Flash Guardians led them to safety.
Elise Berrygrewd was trying her best to cradle her children together like a bird protecting them under her wings as she implored them to go on. Xabe couldn't stop hearing the crowd's panic, fear, and anxiety that started to loom inside his head. The young boy even started to hear the dragon's growl.
So, he thought, do things get any worse? Unfortunately, it did. Behind the large force field, the Devastrigon's silhouette started to brighten in hellish red color. From that, a huge shockwave affected the sky and the Capital Marketplace. It blew the flying guardians away.
The Ascentilian guards raised their spears to shoot out a vast white force field that could protect all of them from the continuing shockwave. "My queen." The guard caught her majesty from falling. Queen Heather's eyes shifted from the running folks; she saw families gathering their children, while the young Flash Guardians raised their voices.
The elf-orc guardian gestured to the crowd, "This way to the evacuation zone!"
The black-armored Flash Guardian ran into the escorting guards. to see the queen "Erik." Queen Heather's worry grew even bigger.
Erik assured with a nod. "Giuseppe will send a flash portal for the queen's safety any time now!" And just like that, after a simple flash, they were gone. "Wow, that was quick."
He turned his head to the black shoulder-length hair guardian. "Hugo, create a storm when the shield reaches its limits. Channel it as long as possible to give the people more time to evacuate."
Erik then faced the elf-orc and the witch with a black cat. "Jorken, Yrlin, provide support to Hugo. Reach a suitable distance that Hugo’s storm can reach. Now go!" By the time another shockwave interrupted them, the three Flash Guardians took action by running closer to Devastrigon. Jorken, having the magical ability to shape-shift, changed into a bronze griffin, and at the right time, Hugo and Yrlin hopped onto the flying creature's back.
The black-armored guardian watched as they took off before the faded haircut guardian hurriedly approached him. "Erik."
"Nisr, how many have reached the zone?" Erik stirred his head left and right to see the running crowd.
"Not enough,” his comrade shook his head. “There's still too many here. It is the weekend, dude, what can I say? Willy has summoned as many nature spirits as possible to organize the crowd. But-" Nisr almost lost his balance from the abrupt shockwave again. "It's uncertain if even Hugo and Yrlin can hold the dragon for long."
The elf Flash Guardian named Willy had summoned enough nature spirits to lead the people away to the exit. They were mostly feminine in appearance and showed off their glowing green presence.
Erik pointed at a near building. “Nisr, I need you up in there on the roof for a better view.”
“You got it, boss.” Nisr saluted with his two fingers. “Excuse me, coming through.” He was like a leaf passing through the wind of people before looking up at the building. On his left hand was a grappling hook that he shot up high before he zip-lined toward the top.
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In the air, Jorken the bronze griffin with the two mounted Flash Guardians had finally flown close enough to Devastrigon. Yrlin the witch watched the force field slowly dying as it began to blink. "Okay, if the hole is big enough, that’s our only chance to extinguish the flames."
Hugo could see the struggling three-headed dragon. "Yup, that is big."
"Oh don’t worry, I know how to back you up," Yrlin chuckled.
As soon as the blinking force field had reached its limit, Hugo started to create swirling tornadoes as he stretched his arms. "Now, Hugo!" Yrlin said at the top of her lungs.
Hugo the storm summoner hurled his hands to let the tornadoes loose with a yell. "This is going to be good," sang Yrlin as she clasped her hands before they shone bright purple. It's time to boost his power. Her eyes began to glow as well and finally, she summoned a spell when she pushed her open hands. "Rain, bitch, rain!"
As Hugo's tornadoes came close, white lightning became purple as the storm began to match the enormous size of the Devastrigon. The dragon had pushed away from the Capital Marketplace slowly as the purple lightning continue zapping its armory scale, hoping to crack its nerves, while the downpour splashed away the flames.
"Nisr." Yrlin contacted the eagle-eye guardian via comms. "How's everyone?"
On the rooftop, Nisr scanned the area fast. The people at the end of the Capital Marketplace had reached the evacuation zone as three huge portals began to open. "It took a while, but they're still going." From what he was seeing, he noticed one individual who was not going to the evacuation- but marching where Devastrigon was.
The stranger wore nothing special as he was wrapped in a long, torn cloak. Some common folk glanced at the unknown figure, but evacuating was more important in this situation. The figure even managed to pass by the Ascentilian guards, Erik, and Willy.
Nisr's eyes grew wider as his thoughts progressed about what he was seeing. He wanted to be in denial, there was no way at first. But could it be? Suddenly, over the horizon echoed the roaring sound of the three-headed dragon.
As the last batch of the crowd passed him, the unknown figure threw the cloak away, revealing a crimson leather armor, a brown tasset belt, bronze shoulder pads, black torn pants, and a rusty horned bronze helmet. The sound of the heavy, black boots was enough to make his presence a one-man army.
Behind the helmet were his braided brownish beard, messy hair that was let loose at the back of his head, and his eyes burning from his wrath. He was carrying a round bronze shield and a steel sword.
The Dragonslayer had returned.