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forward, the time for talk is over and battle is to begin. Left, left, left, clank, clank, the two armies were two metal beasts moving in lockstep towards their mutual destruction due to the fact that two men who were supposed to be their leaders are only children emotionally and mentally, the armies were now barely two hundred yards apart, the Grazlin cavalry was held back. If there had been archers on either side at this particular encounter it would have been less interesting to the two megalomaniac generals. This was to be a clash of infantries.
    There was a deafening roar above the armies, the sun went blood red and the sky darkened in response. The entire world seemed to fade to red. Looking up, the two armies, pompous generals included came to a complete and sudden halt. Two enormous dragons, one red and one blue circled above their heads in a frenzied dance of flight. There was a sound like a crackling whip and in an instant the dragons were on the ground before them, right in the middle of the two armies. The men had never seen anything as large as these creatures before, more importantly, dragons do not exist! They are a fairy tale, at least they were. When there are two seemingly angry dragons the size of small cities before you, suddenly fairy tales become reality. The armies did not move, not even a sound of metal left their ranks, they were all completely frozen stiff with terror.
    One dragon was almost fifty percent bigger than the other. It was red, a deep penetrating blood red, difficult to look away from. Its size was utterly incomprehensible something from a nightmare; men are simply unable to measure such sizes and time differences in existence accurately. The creases upon its enormous head appeared ancient. Its wings seemed to never end when it stretched them out completely as it let out a scream, breathing smoke and fire from its mouth and nostrils to push the men back for more room. The other dragon stood in total contrast to the large red dragon. It was much smaller, yet still bigger than anything the men had ever seen. Unlike the other menacing dragon that inspired terror, this one seemed to radiate a kindness that appeared as a color, a deep blue. There was a softer quality to this dragon, there was no aggressive roar. Just the quiet confidence that only a long reigning queen would possess, before one word was spoken or any action performed, more than half the men who had been raised on the stories of the four dragon lords dropped their weapons and prostrated themselves crying hysterically. This was not done out of fear, but out of the overwhelming beauty and presence of the shimmering blue dragon. To say it was blue is a terrible oversimplification. Its beauty, the radiance indescribable, one by one the men began to understand this was Iezlear, the mother of the world and the fierce red giant was the first born Zebial. All the tales of the ages are true; cries began to ring out from both sides, each seeming to try to outdo the other. “Mercy, mercy dear Iezlear, she is merciful.” “Silence!” the huge red dragon Zebial spoke, not out loud but in all twenty five thousand of their minds. Immediately the chants stopped, Zebial folded his wings under him and lay down as if a mountain itself had decided to shrink. As he lay down Iezlear stood on her back legs rising to her full height to be seen by all and stretched her wings to their maximum length. She needed the complete attention of the armies, this was a serious matter. The sun seemed to shine only on Iezlear through the clouds as she stood there, wings stretched in all their ancient glory. She sparkled in the sunlight a radiant blue and silver, words cannot describe the colors radiating from her or the feelings she engendered in the men. The weeping men were overcome by what can only be described as her love. There was then a voice within their heads again. “ I am Iezlear, forgive my rude brother Zebial, he has been out of touch with others