The Ascension Part 1 of 3 As the final artifact was inserted, the cyan wyverns trembled, wondering who was going to die, and took their places at the platform. Within seconds, the tribe was teleported to the Manticore’s Den. Ian, the youngest wyvern, took flight, prepared his lightining breath, and plunged into the fray. Immediately his wing was torn, but he gritted his teeth and kept fighting. The Manticore was surrounded by the mob of dragons, but didn’t worry and lashed his claws out in every direction. Screams erupted as bodies dropped from the sky. Ian was one of the few that fell but survived. His mouth was splattered with blood, his wings shredded, his tail a stub, and deep scratches across his body. He was barely alive, but wanted to fight. Ian lifted his head, aimed at the boss, and shot a bolt of lightning out. The world seemed to slow as he watched the bolt travel to his opponent, the Manticore rear up, and the bolt hit the enemy square in the chest. The Manticore screeched, thrashed about, and faded away into dust. The remaining wyverns cheered and gathered the bodies.

As they returned to base, Ian wondered what his new role would be. As soon as Part 1 is posted I’ll post part 2. -Dragonslayer, author of Grim Reapers-