The Beginning
He was perched upon his very own cliff that admiring his work,he gazed out to the monument he had worked so hard on. It was made out of graphite so it was surely stuck for good,he noticed it had some rough edges but he'll tend them later. His objective as of right now is to fly across the valley to it. He lifts off,causing grass and trees to flap madly, he struggles to mantain a good balance but the wind seemed to want him brushed away as if he would taint their perfect winds.
As he landed at the monument he scratched in:
Gargantua
It was finished as of now the wind flew into the statues open mouth and made a low roaring noise as if it was alive,the small twig tucked in the teeth of it caught on fire and the wind blew it out to make it seem as if it was breathing fire.He was awestruck,he never thought it could be done,he was the only dragon able tomake the staue seem alive with simple natural resources.
As he admired his handy work there was a rustling from a nearby brush,and a small cat meowed and crawled from the shrub. G'rockle didn't know why he saw it but he saw the cat turn into a simaliar picture of himself. He was a medium sized, jet black dragon,he was lean so the wind could easily knock him out of the sky.They raise their claws into the air and wrestle to the death. G'rockle clawed his opponents face and it turned into fog and flew away.
Before he could say anything a giant black blob was flying in the air,then he realisez it called for help!
He leapt off the edge of the valley and flew back home, all of the sudden he got hit and went into a nosedive right at his dad's castle...
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