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.