Tiberius Dived the 4 dragon diving after him. His huge size and weight meaning he could out dive the mixed Dragons. His wings tucked tight he sped past Mach 2. From 14000 meters he had 10 seconds. They would pull out at five he would pull out at two... At five he slowed his descent to a manageable Mach 2 from the newly achieved speed of 5. the Grand canyons walls would rip off his wings and dislocated his shoulders so he rolled 90 Degrees. Now thinner he slid through the other dragons didn't have to so he torpedoed dodging and weaving. the gap widened and he rotated back to where he was and dive down five hundred feet. It was all a flash and pulled up sharply rising extremely quickly
At 20000 meter he leveled out by flaring his wings. They were struggling to rise to his level and he began to beat his wings pumping Hydrogen into his lungs. He stayed afloat it making him lighter than air. Firing burst of flames they exploded at the head of the Dragons making them falter. He dived and the largest Dragon opened his mouth to breathe a stream of flames that dissipated at 18000 meters. They two females split diving down to gain more speed. The leader a long slender one glared. He was nearing making himself lighter. Tiberius cursed and exhaled the Hydrogen diving and tucking in his wings. He latched onto the leaders shoulders as they began to spiral down. He snapped and found a hide extremely hard skin. He breathed white hot flames and it softened burning. He latched onto it ignoring the searing pain and snapped the leaders head off. Unlatched he sliced open the largest dragons gut with the claws on his hind legs when it tried to tackle him. It bled out guts spilling out. The blood burning his own thick hide.
Breaking away, he barely missed the two burst of flames sent by the two female dragons. he lashed out with the Claws on the end on his wings and caught their throats. They snagged his wings breaking them. The could break his fall and hit the earth blacking out...
When Tiberius awoke he was in a glass container in a high tech lab. A scientist talked with a small but powerful dragon that emanated power. Real Immeasurable power. The temperature was cool so it amplified the power. The scientist was built lithely and was average height for a Greek in 421000 BC. That being said he was scarred heavily his hands unnaturally steady. He felt a dozen beings raw in potential but not formed. This caused him to look from the Female dragons. In the other tanks dragons were growing. They were unnatural tank bred and for there size had not progressed mentally. His blood Churned and he Cried out. This was a Abomination, They were clones...
He lashed out mentally striking the glass but clutched his head as the pain rattled around his head. the His strength was back but he dared not strike the glass. It would most likely do similar damage but as he suspected at the base level. He couldn't communicate or go ahead and move so he calmed himself meditating almost and thinking. His Grandfather had once been in a very similar place now all he had to do was find out what he had done. The a probe entered his mind. Personalities of a dozen dragons. Then an ancient being so old and yet so Familiar. Then the other dissipated. It dissipated after leaving a message... You can communicate with her without voice or Thu'um look deep within yourself and you can communicate... It sparked an old Memory of a lesson his Mother had taught him when he had been stuck in Purgatory. Dragons could communicate Telepathically. Calming he smiled and looked at her not blinking. Now to dive into the Belly of the beast...
"Where am I and Who the Hell are you?" - The Female dragon jerked violently smashing around breaking three tanks and causing disarray. The scientist cursed and looked at the Ancient Dragon. The Dragon looked at him and glared. He smirked, this was only the beginning.
Memoirs of Times gone by Vol. 1
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Serious problems with sentence structure, punctuation, and the like.
But I can sort of make out the opening of a decent story.
But I can sort of make out the opening of a decent story.
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“Cut!”
The fairies glared at the Flustered Centaur. The people in the background all looked at him confused. He was pissed and now he was mad!
“You’re all fired!” - The fairies flew off throwing down clipboards. They were a dime a dozen… all screenwriters were cheap these days. Now he needed to explain why the scene was rushed. He needed to explain....
Here we go now. It has been two years since the events of Minneapolis that included the younger sister of Drago of Calrissia. THey are going on a normal Vacation except when Breeder of the Dragons Morthinal the Black sent his young clones. Generation 3 that were hunting him down For the blood in his veins. He had transformed successfully getting away from People and led them through managed to kill them before they had pinned him down.
He is now in the the Genetic Lab in Mt. Rainier. Where Morthal and his bride are working to build up the dragons and change them. You see Dragons are limited to 10,000 years of Life and are extremely divided. Gen 1 is the elite living in classes and families whilst Generation 2 are more common and less powerful. They are spread throughout the world and are going down as Males begin to majorly outnumber females. Add to that Out of a clutch of 1000 Eggs in each clutch only 5 survive to adulthood. Morthal wants to breed a new Generation that will conquer the world to protect his wife.
His wife is Rhea consort of Cronus the Titan of the Harvest. She is a Drake than once bred gave to birth the the Generation 1 cause. This was brought about by giving extremely Healthy Humans the blood of Rhea. It was found to be ineffective, but when they bred with the young slaves Dragons were born they matured and became dragons therefore a Human created a massively huge race that has brought the World to its knees almost a dozen times.
“Stop!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Hey you don’t galk just because I broke the fourth wall it is not your problem. It is confusing but I hope that you are willing to accept this entry. It will all come together and you’ll like it…”
Tiberius dodged mentally a jab from the Dragon's mind. He dodged and moved into the inside position jabbing causing her to roar. She stumbled towards the Tank he was in. They formed two boxers and they began to circle. He had chosen the battle field and Tiberius way it was fought. She was going to be wrung out. “Who are you, you whelp?” - Tiberius smiled and jabbed. The clumsy Dragon fell down.
“I am Tiberius son of Drago of Calrissia and Davitte the Elder!” - She stepped back shocked tears forming Golden. He smiled and picked up a bat which he formed. Swinging she caught it and snapped it. He kicked her in the gut.
“Why?”
“I am being held and unable to escape, so if you want a reason from me I just gave it…’’ - Tiberius then hit her gut making her cough.
“I am Rhea Consort of Cronus and Grandmother of Dragons…”
“Then let me go and disappear…”
The fairies glared at the Flustered Centaur. The people in the background all looked at him confused. He was pissed and now he was mad!
“You’re all fired!” - The fairies flew off throwing down clipboards. They were a dime a dozen… all screenwriters were cheap these days. Now he needed to explain why the scene was rushed. He needed to explain....
Here we go now. It has been two years since the events of Minneapolis that included the younger sister of Drago of Calrissia. THey are going on a normal Vacation except when Breeder of the Dragons Morthinal the Black sent his young clones. Generation 3 that were hunting him down For the blood in his veins. He had transformed successfully getting away from People and led them through managed to kill them before they had pinned him down.
He is now in the the Genetic Lab in Mt. Rainier. Where Morthal and his bride are working to build up the dragons and change them. You see Dragons are limited to 10,000 years of Life and are extremely divided. Gen 1 is the elite living in classes and families whilst Generation 2 are more common and less powerful. They are spread throughout the world and are going down as Males begin to majorly outnumber females. Add to that Out of a clutch of 1000 Eggs in each clutch only 5 survive to adulthood. Morthal wants to breed a new Generation that will conquer the world to protect his wife.
His wife is Rhea consort of Cronus the Titan of the Harvest. She is a Drake than once bred gave to birth the the Generation 1 cause. This was brought about by giving extremely Healthy Humans the blood of Rhea. It was found to be ineffective, but when they bred with the young slaves Dragons were born they matured and became dragons therefore a Human created a massively huge race that has brought the World to its knees almost a dozen times.
“Stop!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Hey you don’t galk just because I broke the fourth wall it is not your problem. It is confusing but I hope that you are willing to accept this entry. It will all come together and you’ll like it…”
Tiberius dodged mentally a jab from the Dragon's mind. He dodged and moved into the inside position jabbing causing her to roar. She stumbled towards the Tank he was in. They formed two boxers and they began to circle. He had chosen the battle field and Tiberius way it was fought. She was going to be wrung out. “Who are you, you whelp?” - Tiberius smiled and jabbed. The clumsy Dragon fell down.
“I am Tiberius son of Drago of Calrissia and Davitte the Elder!” - She stepped back shocked tears forming Golden. He smiled and picked up a bat which he formed. Swinging she caught it and snapped it. He kicked her in the gut.
“Why?”
“I am being held and unable to escape, so if you want a reason from me I just gave it…’’ - Tiberius then hit her gut making her cough.
“I am Rhea Consort of Cronus and Grandmother of Dragons…”
“Then let me go and disappear…”
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Now to salvage a movie already set down the road. He had a large bill to pay for the royalty to the Sikorsky family. This would be interesting. Drama without cliches… Damn it, Audiences were either stupid or so smart that any attempts would be deemed half assed. His wife came over phone in hand nodding. She had ordered another crew. Taking the phone the Short centaur breathed deeply.
“Hello…”
“You wanted to speak to me…” - The Centaur shivered, Cronus was mad and now he had to explain before he was erased from the timeline.
“You see the crew you set me up with failed and to add to that Drago is angry…”
“Then film!”
Looking at the Female dragon he smiled Tiberius was enjoying this. She was flustered and unable to deal with the Young dragons flanking attacks. He was hitting in all the right place mentally out dueling the Ancient Dragon. Power was overflowing but he avoided it and kept his guard up. She swung wide and he jumped.
“What do you want, Boy?”
“Freedom!”
She stopped, Tiberius pausing out of respect. She studied him not as adversary but as an Equal. Tiberius smirked and began to pull back. (Note: Not when in a telepathic duel dragons can absorb the ambient power of the other one…) Back in physical form he broke the glass by going Feral. He was tiny in the Huge room but he was he was big enough to terrify the scientist. He and his kind preached peace, but this was an exception.
The scientist screamed as Tiberius bathed him in fire and burned the thin man to a crisp. Turing on the Dragon he smiled wickedly. She was now at his mercy not the Opposite as it would have been if he’d broken out before his mental duel.
Snarling back she began to circle and he followed no the usual dominance match. This was life and death as he’d killed her life mate. Snarling Tiberius and the Dragon looked at each other trying to draw out weaknesses no long in a duel mentally this would require more strategy. He was larger and more powerful. She was smaller faster and had hotter fire breath. In The large cavern with hundreds of dragons from hatchling looking at them curiously.
She jumped and he slid to the side and snapped just missing her throat. Her tail struck his head giving him a killer headache. He roared and leaped, she just leapt back in time and ducked missing a stream of white hot flames. She snarled and went for one of his ears with a razor sharp claws. Tiberius raised onto his hind legs and landed on his four legs. The ground shook fissures forming. She slipped her wing catching in the fissure. Taking opportunity Tiberius Incinerated it causing her s to scream as her nerves throughout her body began to go haywire.
“You are mine from here on out!”
The other dragons charged in the hundreds. They were out for blood...
“Hello…”
“You wanted to speak to me…” - The Centaur shivered, Cronus was mad and now he had to explain before he was erased from the timeline.
“You see the crew you set me up with failed and to add to that Drago is angry…”
“Then film!”
Looking at the Female dragon he smiled Tiberius was enjoying this. She was flustered and unable to deal with the Young dragons flanking attacks. He was hitting in all the right place mentally out dueling the Ancient Dragon. Power was overflowing but he avoided it and kept his guard up. She swung wide and he jumped.
“What do you want, Boy?”
“Freedom!”
She stopped, Tiberius pausing out of respect. She studied him not as adversary but as an Equal. Tiberius smirked and began to pull back. (Note: Not when in a telepathic duel dragons can absorb the ambient power of the other one…) Back in physical form he broke the glass by going Feral. He was tiny in the Huge room but he was he was big enough to terrify the scientist. He and his kind preached peace, but this was an exception.
The scientist screamed as Tiberius bathed him in fire and burned the thin man to a crisp. Turing on the Dragon he smiled wickedly. She was now at his mercy not the Opposite as it would have been if he’d broken out before his mental duel.
Snarling back she began to circle and he followed no the usual dominance match. This was life and death as he’d killed her life mate. Snarling Tiberius and the Dragon looked at each other trying to draw out weaknesses no long in a duel mentally this would require more strategy. He was larger and more powerful. She was smaller faster and had hotter fire breath. In The large cavern with hundreds of dragons from hatchling looking at them curiously.
She jumped and he slid to the side and snapped just missing her throat. Her tail struck his head giving him a killer headache. He roared and leaped, she just leapt back in time and ducked missing a stream of white hot flames. She snarled and went for one of his ears with a razor sharp claws. Tiberius raised onto his hind legs and landed on his four legs. The ground shook fissures forming. She slipped her wing catching in the fissure. Taking opportunity Tiberius Incinerated it causing her s to scream as her nerves throughout her body began to go haywire.
“You are mine from here on out!”
The other dragons charged in the hundreds. They were out for blood...
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Circling Tiberius looked over the Horde of Dragons looking over them. Rhea looked at him differently now. The horde made a protective circle around Rhea, this made it hard to land as he could couldn’t see the end of the land. The dragons were varying in size and strength. Some the size of cats others comparable to him. They were clones of Generation 1 that had been bred in tanks. Still they felt familiar they felt old and had a warm familiar feeling.
THen a ancient dragon Got up knocking over several dragons. It came down on its legs causing the cavern to shake and Tiberius to struggle not to come dropping like a rock. The Huge dragon folded its wings and Roared. IT was an Alpha. Tiberius still flapped his wings keeping a float as the Horde dispersed the huge Dragon came over and looked at Rhea with a glare that would scare his father.
In a guttural growl the Dragon looked at him and breathed fire. It passed over him with no heat or flames. They were white hot and could burn any other dragon. The Dragon then lunged and missed when Tiberius rolled over. Circling he avoided two jets of Flame. Tightening his circle the dragon attempted to turn. It stumbled on Rhea. Roaring Tiberius dived tucking in his wings. He bit down hard on the wings joint and broke the joint that had not seen use in Centuries. The Dragon attempted to knock him aside.
Jumping to the side Tiberius Roared Challenging the Big Dragon. He breathed a burst of flame roasting the exposed joint. The Dragon fell avoiding Rhea screaming in pain. Now the winner Tiberius skirted the huge jaw and bit down on the base of the Neck. Blood spirted and it burned. He kept up the pressure cauterizing the wound and it burned hotter consecutively. The Dragon stopped struggling and collapsed. Tiberius Roared raising on his hind legs and flared his wings. The Life force of the Dragon flooding his veins.
Rhea looked at him terrified. In all her years no dragon had beaten her first born. Dagger was the strongest and fiercest and he had lost to a young whelp. HE had passed the Right of Mating, that was the Terrifying part. He was immense in power but she had no love for the young prideful dragons usually found.
THen a ancient dragon Got up knocking over several dragons. It came down on its legs causing the cavern to shake and Tiberius to struggle not to come dropping like a rock. The Huge dragon folded its wings and Roared. IT was an Alpha. Tiberius still flapped his wings keeping a float as the Horde dispersed the huge Dragon came over and looked at Rhea with a glare that would scare his father.
In a guttural growl the Dragon looked at him and breathed fire. It passed over him with no heat or flames. They were white hot and could burn any other dragon. The Dragon then lunged and missed when Tiberius rolled over. Circling he avoided two jets of Flame. Tightening his circle the dragon attempted to turn. It stumbled on Rhea. Roaring Tiberius dived tucking in his wings. He bit down hard on the wings joint and broke the joint that had not seen use in Centuries. The Dragon attempted to knock him aside.
Jumping to the side Tiberius Roared Challenging the Big Dragon. He breathed a burst of flame roasting the exposed joint. The Dragon fell avoiding Rhea screaming in pain. Now the winner Tiberius skirted the huge jaw and bit down on the base of the Neck. Blood spirted and it burned. He kept up the pressure cauterizing the wound and it burned hotter consecutively. The Dragon stopped struggling and collapsed. Tiberius Roared raising on his hind legs and flared his wings. The Life force of the Dragon flooding his veins.
Rhea looked at him terrified. In all her years no dragon had beaten her first born. Dagger was the strongest and fiercest and he had lost to a young whelp. HE had passed the Right of Mating, that was the Terrifying part. He was immense in power but she had no love for the young prideful dragons usually found.
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Cronus watched bemused as the events rolled onwards. He took pleasure in two things. One his former wife had been beaten and mated with by one she had no respect for and two he know had a chance to change time. With Tiberius here he could save Arous his fourth son. Arous would be back and he could be a father again. It didn’t help that Rhea had Aborted him in a freak accident. Now he would have him reborn. Tiberius would raise him and his son would be reborn even if the father of time couldn’t have a hand in it.
Rhea glared at him from her position with Tiberius circling in a long overhead loop. She was small compared to Tiberius and Cronus took pleasure in watching her pride and resolve to mate shrink. Dragons were a funny race that was Habitual. They were easily Manipulable yet dangerous to get angry even for a man capable bending time to his very will. Still he would do whatever it took to save his son.
Swirling his left index finger over the twirling milky way Cronus trapped them in a bubble freezing them in time. They disappeared and he was left hoping that the years of work he had planned for. Now he had to hope that they could do the job.
Tiberius was clad in Robes and felt odd. He was high in the air and had a weird feeling about him. Looking around he was by a much much younger rhea and in her arms was a golden haired baby. He guessed Zeus, but said nothing. He was tall as the guard Cyclops and built like them. He was in Olympus and it was just like it was in real life. Golden lay lines that channeled power and bright shining walls. Huge doors were shown and folded as they entered the throne room. A young Cronus sat twirling a throne, his many many concubines sat at his feet.
On his sides the many Officials sat guarded by the The elite guard of lesser Titans. A titan joined him, He was Tall and fairly muscular for a titan of these days. He was prometheus before the Cataclysm. They stopped and bowed. Slowly they rose. “Ah Prometheus, you have an new playtoy?”
“No lord Cronus, a new guard for Your wife, he is Dragos Devaros cousin of Calaveros the far sighted one and Alpha Dragon of the West!” - Tiberius bowed knowledge flooding him.
“Good he at least will be loyal to me atleast…”
“My husband please allow me to introduce your son....” - Cronus rose and came forwards he lifted the young zeus whose pudgy fingers had sparks of Lightning when he giggled grabbed Cronus’ beard catching it on fire. He put it out and tickled the baby. In the corner two boys give or take 13 looked at him angrily. Tiberius guessed they were Hades and Poseidon.
“Dragos you look well for a man so far west…”
“My lord, we dragons are far and few and we have to survive, only the best survive…”
“Hah you truly are the best!” - Cronus waved his hands and Black leather armour with pauldrons in the shape of Tiger heads formed Leggings laced with strips of Iron forming. Highlighting the build that he had been working on. A short gladius formed on either hip in Black Sheathes embroidered with blood red lines along the edge.
“Now we have a guardian of some worth!” - the Crowd cheered even Hades whose gaunt look never rose.
Rhea glared at him from her position with Tiberius circling in a long overhead loop. She was small compared to Tiberius and Cronus took pleasure in watching her pride and resolve to mate shrink. Dragons were a funny race that was Habitual. They were easily Manipulable yet dangerous to get angry even for a man capable bending time to his very will. Still he would do whatever it took to save his son.
Swirling his left index finger over the twirling milky way Cronus trapped them in a bubble freezing them in time. They disappeared and he was left hoping that the years of work he had planned for. Now he had to hope that they could do the job.
Tiberius was clad in Robes and felt odd. He was high in the air and had a weird feeling about him. Looking around he was by a much much younger rhea and in her arms was a golden haired baby. He guessed Zeus, but said nothing. He was tall as the guard Cyclops and built like them. He was in Olympus and it was just like it was in real life. Golden lay lines that channeled power and bright shining walls. Huge doors were shown and folded as they entered the throne room. A young Cronus sat twirling a throne, his many many concubines sat at his feet.
On his sides the many Officials sat guarded by the The elite guard of lesser Titans. A titan joined him, He was Tall and fairly muscular for a titan of these days. He was prometheus before the Cataclysm. They stopped and bowed. Slowly they rose. “Ah Prometheus, you have an new playtoy?”
“No lord Cronus, a new guard for Your wife, he is Dragos Devaros cousin of Calaveros the far sighted one and Alpha Dragon of the West!” - Tiberius bowed knowledge flooding him.
“Good he at least will be loyal to me atleast…”
“My husband please allow me to introduce your son....” - Cronus rose and came forwards he lifted the young zeus whose pudgy fingers had sparks of Lightning when he giggled grabbed Cronus’ beard catching it on fire. He put it out and tickled the baby. In the corner two boys give or take 13 looked at him angrily. Tiberius guessed they were Hades and Poseidon.
“Dragos you look well for a man so far west…”
“My lord, we dragons are far and few and we have to survive, only the best survive…”
“Hah you truly are the best!” - Cronus waved his hands and Black leather armour with pauldrons in the shape of Tiger heads formed Leggings laced with strips of Iron forming. Highlighting the build that he had been working on. A short gladius formed on either hip in Black Sheathes embroidered with blood red lines along the edge.
“Now we have a guardian of some worth!” - the Crowd cheered even Hades whose gaunt look never rose.
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It had been several hours or even days since he’d met the young Cronus whom Zeus was very almost scary in his similarities to. He was Charismatic and showed a hidden strength and knowledge. Tiberius would not get on this titan’s bad side. His wife Rhea did not spend much time with her two older children Poseidon or Hades so They often talked with him watching as their mother doted on their baby brother. He was quiet only raising his voice only a few times when a faun armed with a golden lute approached Rhea. He had taken his Feral form in his time and had little or no time to himself.
Cronus had given him attributes not even he knew possible to be able to handle Rhea whom was fierce even by dragon standards. She after all was mother of Dragon’s. His mother and her were very similar and he found himself gravitating towards her. He was raised by mostly women as his father existed under the belief that he was dead. Tiberius often had to bite his tongue to resist calling her mom. Hades schemed to defeat him, darker plots in the fold. Poseidon was laid back and didn’t shift quickly he did not have Zeus’ temper which would persist for Millennia. It only being tempered with being overthrown.
Rhea would throw Zeus up and a Pegasus would catch him trying to escape. Varous was a playful creature, but Dragon/ Titan Children were at best suseptible to change only being able to exst in froen time until fully matured.
Cronus had given him attributes not even he knew possible to be able to handle Rhea whom was fierce even by dragon standards. She after all was mother of Dragon’s. His mother and her were very similar and he found himself gravitating towards her. He was raised by mostly women as his father existed under the belief that he was dead. Tiberius often had to bite his tongue to resist calling her mom. Hades schemed to defeat him, darker plots in the fold. Poseidon was laid back and didn’t shift quickly he did not have Zeus’ temper which would persist for Millennia. It only being tempered with being overthrown.
Rhea would throw Zeus up and a Pegasus would catch him trying to escape. Varous was a playful creature, but Dragon/ Titan Children were at best suseptible to change only being able to exst in froen time until fully matured.