Writing dragon wars

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~EVIL~
Charizard
Gyarados
Salamance
Garchomp
Aerodactyl

~GOOD~
Dragonite
Kingdra
Flygon
Altaria
Milotic


~CHAPTER ONE~​
Rothen flew through the night air. He could feel the powerful wind and mist forced upwards by the stormy waters below him. The rain fell is sheets around him, pelting his every scale. He could feel the other members of his tribe flying around him, but they did not speak. Not before a battle.
He excellent eyesight, one ability flygon’s had, abled him to see the faint outline of the rocky shore to his right, he hoped this battle would be over quickly. His tribe, the blessed-rock tribe, could not afford to lose any more warrrors to the sea. But they arranged this attack tonight. Because of the weather, they would have an advantage.
Rothen could see their leader up ahead. Dragoon was a dragonite, the biggest one Rothen had ever seen too, he was also special in a way, because his scales, instead of pale yellow, were a shade of deep green. Dragoon was always a peaceful leader. Until this war started, it seemed he would never harm a soul… but then, it started. The Ashbane tribe attacked, and they stole our eggs, and killed half of our warriors out of cold blood while we slept. Almost a year later, no one has forgotten.
But this was Rothen’s first battle, and no matter how much he had learned from his mother, he still didn’t feel ready. He felt afraid. And as the craggy island where the Ashbane tribe was sleeping came closer he suddenly began to hate this war even more

~MORE COMING SOON!~
 
Not bad. It's a bit short.
 
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