The 3rd Moon - Part 5

Brador was a warrior from the rock tribe. He had served under the Element Lord of Rock. Brador and much of his tribe lived on Bota Magna. They lived in the mountains. The mountains they lived in were surrounded by the desert that was occupied by the sand tribe. Some of the sand tribe, after the shattering, had turned into mere beasts. The others had built themselves a city. Brador was marching out of the gates of the village of the rock tribe. He was assigned by the leader of the village to find a mine where the rock tribe could mine for metal to trade with the other villages. Brador was climbing down the mountain. He needed to find a cave where there might be traces of metal. He found a cave and entered it. He didn’t see any signs of metal. He walked a little further into the cave. There was a roar and Brador looked into the darkness ahead of him. He couldn’t see anything. He walked further in. Just as a precaution, Brador pulled out his mace and rock sword. He walked a little bit further. Suddenly, out of the darkness charged a Rock Bull. It had two large horns on its head and had tusks sticking out the sides of its mouth. Its body was a tan color with spots of black. Its tail was long and at the end of it was a wickedly sharp blade. Brador swung his sword at the bull. The bull dodged it and ran past Brador. It turned around and faced Brador again. It charged. This time, Brador jumped on its back as it went passed. The bull tried to shake Brador off but Brador stabbed the bull with his sword. The bull crashed to the floor, dead. Brador pulled his sword out and walked out of the cave. He was sure that there wasn’t any metal there.

The 3rd Moon - Part 4

Pyrol was a warrior from the fire tribe. He had fought in the Core War as the Element Lord of Fire’s most trusted assistant. His tribe lived in a large crater on Bota Magna. Pyrol was walking up the side of the crater. He was on his way to the springs that were just beyond the lip of the crater. He was almost at the top when a large creature burst out of the rock in front of Pyrol. He had never seen this type of creature before. It was large and had very sharp teeth. It had horns growing out of its back and it also had wings. Its eyes were blazing red and its body was colored brown and black. The creature lifted up its head and opened its mouth wide. Flames blazed forth from the creatures open mouth. Pyrol decided that if he didn’t die, he would call this beast a Rock Dragon. Pyrol took out his flame shield and mace. The Rock Dragon charged at Pyrol. Pyrol jumped to the side and swung his mace at the beast. It hit the Rock Dragon on the side. The dragon roared in rage. It shot a jet of flame at Pyrol. Pyrol lifted his shield and blocked the flames. The dragon flapped its wings and rose into the sky. It soared at Pyrol. Pyrol ducked under and stabbed at the dragon’s underbelly with his flame shield. The creature cried in pain and fell to the ground. Pyrol just barely got away before the dragon would have squashed him. Pyrol looked back and saw that the Rock Dragon wasn’t dead. It had been knocked out when its head hit the ground. Pyrol hoped that he would never meet this beast again.