Once upon a time there was a tribe of dragons living in the evergreen forest.
The dragons came in all the colors of the rainbow.
One day a young black dragon was flying high tru the sky, he saw something shining far off into the distance
It was black, and had a tail like fire.
The young dragon had never seen something like this before.
It was flying closer and closer.
He had a terrible feeling in his gut.
What was this strange contraption?
It didn't look like anything in the forest.
A tough struck him, maybe it came from the world of man?
The elder dragon had spoken of the world of man.
It was a dark and terrible place.
There was a magical barrier between the worlds. So nothing can pass over. At least not from the other side.
All manner of corruption was flowing freely there.
It was one of the reasons the Tribe was hiding in the forest.
Before he knew it, the flaming black stone hit something on the edge of the forest.
«BOOOOM»
It felt like a thunderstorm of legend.
Never had the young dragon felt this kind of power.
Only in the myths and legends should this kind of power be possible.
He was terrified. If this was what humans was capable of, what would happen if they send more of those things?
A sinking feeling of despair took hold of him. The Elders needed to know this.
The end.