Sky Isle: Azura
Long ago, in the sky within the clouds, high above all things, lived a guardian who had the power to control the dragons roaming in the sky.
To have the power to control, meaning he could use the voice of his calming voice, that's how the dragons would obey his commands. Though it wasn't harsh nor aggressive, the guardian made sure it was a safe place for everyone to live in peace...
These majestic creatures were revered for their strength, intelligence, and beauty. They were the protectors of the land, watching over the people and ensuring that the balance of nature was maintained.
It was all quiet and relaxing, until the one rivalry that couldn't stop fighting against each other.
The two dragons, one black and one white. It was a war. Between the two, they were so angered and full of hatred toward one another. Their fiery breath and sharp claws were enough to strike terror into the hearts of even the bravest warriors. It was never-ending.
As the two dragons fought, destroying everything around them, the guardian couldn't just stand there and watch as everything before him kept getting destroyed as well as many lives were taken away. What he needed to do had to happen as soon as possible before any other lives would be in more danger.
This guardian had to use the voice of all voices in the sky. It had to be loud and heard, louder than the battle clashing between the dragons. After that caught their attention for a few seconds, both the white and black dragons flew towards the guardian and quickly brought their attention to him. The guardian was not scared nor did this make him react at all. In fact, he was brave and serious.
Using his voice to speak to the dragons, the guardian had to speak the truth. It was the only way for the dragons to listen and obey his words. And the only truth was that their anger and hatred toward each other were causing havoc among the people in the sky. If only both dragons could turn around and take a good look at what they had done to their homes, it would show them what they are both capable of doing if they had continued.
With only one idea in mind, the guardian had brought it to the dragons as a compromise. To "leave each other at once, and never see each other again", he said. The dragons agreed and fled away from each other at once, just as the guardian proposed. And just like that, the world was saved...
...Until it wasn't.
The dragons came back again. After hearing what the guardian said, they still thought about each other, only to fight and clash again. It was horrendous to see them fight like this. Why are they still going? Even after the guardian told them to leave and never see each other again. As that didn't work, this time, it was an even bigger battle than before. And the black dragon was winning. Quickly throwing its gigantic feet at the white dragon's stomach, and kicking it down to the earth, soon the white dragon crashed into the ground.
The land of Ushyo
The black dragon quickly flew down to follow where the white dragon landed on its back, the white dragon tried as much as possible to get back up. Now where did this dragon land? Somewhere deep down in Japan. Hurting many more lives of the people, even damaging their homes as well. The entire land they were on now became the dragon's battlefield.
Screams and cries could only be heard by the people, but the dragons never stopped to hear them. Too caught up in their own battle, one had to win against the other. Once the white dragon got back up, the black dragon knew this fight was not over.
As this was about to go down between the two, the battle between the white dragon and the black dragon was fierce and intense. The two powerful creatures clashed into the earth, their scaling bodies scraping against the solid ground. The black dragon swooped down, its sharp claws slashing at the white dragon's scales, while the black dragon countered with a blast of dark fire. It was a battle of strength and will, and neither dragon was willing to back down.
As the fight raged on, it became clear that only one dragon would emerge victorious. The question was, which one?
And so it continued... The white dragon sprang to its feet in a flash, ready to protect itself and take on the black dragon. With a fierce determination burning in its eyes, the white dragon lunged forward and launched a flurry of attacks at its opponent. The black dragon roared in response, but the white dragon was not deterred. It continued to fight with all its might, determined to emerge victorious from this battle. Now that this took a sudden turn of events, the white dragon proved to be a formidable opponent, striking with precise and calculated attacks that were slowly wearing down the black dragon's strength. Despite its best efforts, the black dragon was struggling to keep up with the relentless assault of the white dragon. It was clear that if things continued on this path, the black dragon would eventually be defeated.
Until the black dragon fought back, kicking its gigantic feet into the white dragon's stomach and pushing it backward, the black dragon quickly flapped its giant wings to fly back and above the horizon of the earth. Its massive jaw opened to aim its dark fire straight at the white dragon. But as dark fire began to form its shape out of the black dragon's mouth, the black flames danced and flickered, casting an ominous fury of darkness toward the white dragon. The white dragon stood tall and proud, its scales covered by the darkness as the dark fire approached with terrifying speed. For a moment, it seemed as though the white dragon would be consumed by the dark flames, but then, at the last second, it dodged out of the way, its wings beating frantically as it soared into the sky. After it unleashed a barrage of dark flames, all of the homes of the villages had been engulfed and destroyed.
It was both terrifying and devastating to witness such a display of raw power, but the people were all gone by now. Some had survived and got on a boat to leave the entire island, but others were dead on the ground because of this cause. On the boats were more than eight of them, spectating the land as the black dragon fire one more dark fire all over the area. Until it stopped, the black dragon closed its massive mouth and flapped its wings until it landed back on the ground again, taking over it as if it was its new home. Was it worried to look for the white dragon? It was not. The black dragon did nothing to move out of the land at all. If there were still survivors left around the area, they would be wiped out along with the rest of them on the ground.
Alas... Nobody knew where the white dragon went. They've all just assumed it flew up into the sky and disappeared just like that. But wherever it is, it must be away from the black dragon so there would be no more fighting... At least for a long time.