Rise of the great Blade

In a land called Cardegross. Were two groups of dragons. They were constantly at war with each other. Each wanting to rein supreme over the other dragon empire. The only real difference was that the dragons in the empire of Cavalin were red and the dragons in the clan of Yarring were black. There was also a prophecy that the two empires shared. In the mist of battle, an army of death would come, it …

…would either not pay attention in all his other classes or he sometimes wouldn't come at all. Blade walked towards his swords class, shoving dweeby little dragons onto lockers. Blade had a magnificent sword. He had the envy of every dragon in the school. The sword never chipped, it was a shining silver broad sword with a swirl of golden going from the handle to the tip. The last lesson thought Blade. Tomorrow I graduate.