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The landscape around them was destroyed because of the fight. It was a fight of all known elements. Trees and grass burned by fire, with some of the rocks cut by something very sharp. There was nothing that was able to stay alive in this place, simply because of a simple reason.

It was the battleground of two young dragons, each refused to give up. Their fight started at the ruins of a once thriving human city, destroyed beyond recognition by the fight. All of the sudden, though, the fight ended, when one of them, a black dragon, was thrown towards a building. The ruins started crumbling over it, trapping it, with only its head jutting out. Another dragon, a clear silver dragon, stood in front of the defeated dragon, contemplating of a decision that would soon befall his adversary.

"What are you waiting for?" said the black dragon, with a feminine, yet stern and coarse, voice. "End me from this suffering. Avenge your race."

The silver dragon, clearly hesitant, stayed by its place, without doing anything. The black dragon, coughing blood, still taunted it, by saying "This is the best chance you ever get, you weakling. Do it, and it's all over. I won't haunt you, and your revenge is complete."

"But then, what will it do?" said the dragon. "We are both the last of our races. Killing you means genocide."

The dragon scoffed. "Your sympathy will kill you, dragon."

There was no reply, but the black dragon felt the rocks around her became lighter. They were lifted away from her, apparently by the young silver dragon. He made a growl before moving the rock aside, freeing his adversary. This act of sympathy greatly affected the black dragon, who promptly said, "I'm supposed to be your enemy!"

"Get away from me before I change my mind," said the silver dragon with a growl. He promptly walked away. The black dragon felt like she must thank him, but she couldn't say it. Instead, she could only said, "Until we meet again, silver scales."

The decision the silver dragon made stayed in her thoughts. As she walked towards a different direction, her minds, a way she got away from every problems she made, couldn't take the dragon away from her. In quite a young age for a dragon, she had killed and destroyed countless of villages and kingdoms, all the while not being recognized entirely as a dragon. Her power, or for her a curse, were all plagues. She set darkness down to the humans with no such defense to chilling blackness. She gave fear so her adversaries would not dare to attack her. Her venom was enough to kill smaller predators, and to give an agony a dragon wouldn't be able to imagine. But the only think she was proud of was her wind. She could use it as a weapon, but it was also the only power she had with a primary function to move air, which was very useful in many ways.

Yet, she believed that she was evil; that the world hated her. She destroyed countless of lives, and one of them was the silver dragon's life. Unlike her, though, he was driven by anger and vengeance. When they first clashed in the plains, she could see his eyes. They were of regret, anger, pain, suffering, and hate. He didn't have any functioning wings, replaced by the bony limb that was once a muscled pair of wings. Yet, at the moment when she was incapacitated, she saw his eyes. It was of pure regret and sympathy, the one she never had for many years. Seeing those innocent eyes staring at her coming from a revenge-driven youngling made her realized what had she done to the dragon, and her taunts became meaningless, as the youngling, barely the same age as she was, knew how her tone changed.

She was supposed to be angry, seconds away from lunging at the dragon for the insult. But deep in her heart, she thought "What good will it be?" The dragon had suffered enough, and she wouldn't be so lucky to survive another attempt. And by that moment, she decided that the dragon was not the way to vent off her own pain and suffering.

She may had found the answer she needed.

Knowing that one day, she would meet the dragon again, she tried very hard to hold her compulsive obsession to destruction, something she believed came from her own ancestry, the Argoon dragons. They were known to be dangerous, and this danger made them disowned by the gods. In particular, her race was a damned race, like a devil roaming the land, and she was the last of them.

She waited under a giant tree, where she slowly turned the place into her lair. She hunted in the nearby forest, and she ate the apples the tree produced. It would then became a legend that the place where the tree was once there was the place where she once lived in a broad open landscape with no civilization, only dragons roaming around.

Then one day, unexpectedly, he came. Walking up from the base of the small hill. She was, at that moment, took a nap after eating a rabbit for snack. She could now see him in his own glory. A magnificent youngling with silver scales and red stripes on his back. His eyes were of a light blue, emanating a deep mystic aura from their gaze. Upon seeing him, she felt her heart skipped a beat, as if telling her that this dragon was the one she would depend upon for the rest of her life.

He was silent, just like when they first met on the battlefield. But then, he sat beside her while she sat upright with him.

"What do you want?" said the female dragon. "You have guts to walk into my lair like that."

"I sensed your darkness, hence I came," said the dragon, trying to act cool, yet the female dragon knew he was scared.

"You don't need to come to me, silver scales. I am not in a mood to fight you again. What happened then stays in the battlefield. You have more things to do than to engage in another fight."

The female dragon didn't say anything intimidating, but then she found out that the dragon beside her was clearly losing his cool by time. The silence between them started to make him anxious, evident from how he moved his tail a lot and twitching his ear leaves more than a rabbit would. It didn't need 15 minutes until the dragon started shaking, and became more or less, a different dragon.

"The truth is...I'm scared," said the dragon, still trying to regain his composure. "I feel useless when I sensed your darkness. I realized that the fight that time was because of the terrain favored me, that I just got lucky. But...I can't start another fight without feeling hopeless. I've won the fight, but you've won against me mentally. Just please...let me go, and I won't be bothering you again."

Seeing a dragon losing his composure and pride made the black dragon sympathized with him. Even a powerful youngling like he was could not stand in front of her, which made her realized how her influence was more than just her ability. She was then doubting her way of life. For the first time ever, she regained her own dragon self, instead of the bringer of death.

Feeling the dragon's sympathy, she moved closer to him and put her head beside him, which made him gasp. She just said, "When I met you back then, I was sure that you're just a weakling, like an insect. But...that choice you made...gave an impact on me like I never before. You're the first dragon ever that acknowledged me, even if we're enemies."

The other dragon was clearly shaking, despite of trying to act very cool until the end. He started to hyperventilate, clearly panicked to see his sworn enemy was so close to him. The female dragon thought that it was because of her killing aura, something she automatically used in every situation. Then, she knew she had no choice.

He fear power had two effects. The first, she knew that it made someone's worst fears came true in the form of illusion, but...she could make a soothing illusion to the dragon, which she did. Upon doing that, the dragon seemed calmed, and started to shed some tears. She knew the illusion worked.

"It's okay...I know you're scared," said the dragon calmly. She nudged him, like a caring mother to her youngling. That act finally broke any remaining pride the dragon had, and he broke down crying. Seeing how he cried made her realized what life she had taken from him, and what life she never had.

They were both orphans, with no chance of having loving parents to care and to teach them for being dragons. The lack of love changed her into a monster, but seeing the invulnerability of the silver dragon, she felt sympathy.

It took the dragon another hour until he calmed down, where the black dragon said, "What's your name?"

He slowly said, "Seraphor."

"Hi...my name's Avila."

"You don't...hate me?"

"You don't need to be scared, Seraphor," said Avila. "It may be awkward at first...but we don't have to be enemies."

"Yeah...I never thought you're such a nice girl, Avila."

For the first time since she know it, Avila made a genuine giggle. She was fully content on having her first friend. "Really? You're also a nice dragon, silver scales."

After their first encounter, both dragons started to become very close, with Seraphor started to go hunting with Avila. They both shared their pains and life experiences that was not very different: they didn't know their parents, they had a dark goal, and they were at the same age. By time, Seraphor became very close to Avila as an inseparable friend, and Avila had no obsession to violence anymore.

Days became months, and months became years. In no time at all, 15 years later, both dragon had matured into two 50 years old dragons, ready for a brave new world. They abandoned their apple tree lair, which had started to die, and flew towards a nearby mountain, where they found a good cave. Both stayed there for the night, where they watched the nearby kingdom having a celebration.

When they watched the stars, Avila saw Seraphor once more. Her heart started to skip again. For years they had been together, she never thought she was actually in love with him. She had no reservation in his heart, thinking that maybe the silver red dragon had a different choice, and not for her. She knew her past with him wouldn't go away.

But what's unexpected for her was, the dragon started to say "Avila...you know, I've been thinking for these past years. I thought that when I started to become your friend, I never thought both of us would be this close for so many years, and I was conflicted. But right now I am ready to say to you...that I love you. Deep inside my heart, I love you so very much that I feel like my chest will burst open. But I have no courage to talk about it with you."

This confession made Avila's decision. He quickly grabbed Seraphor and moved her snout towards him. She opened her mouth and extended her tongue towards him, where he instinctively did what she did. They kissed for a while before Avila broke free and said, "I...didn't know you..."

"What is in the past is in the past, Avila," said Seraphor. "We're both the last races of our kinds, but to hell with that. We may be of different dragon race, but you're as beautiful as a dark crystal."

"What is that?"

"Your race...have such obsidian-like scales that it glitters under the light, like a crystal. It's beautiful in my eyes, and you're even more beautiful if you're all black. I love you, Avila, really I do."

She knew what he would say next, and she didn't hesitate to say yes.

"Will you mate with me?"

That short sentence was enough for them to start having sex that night, under the pale moonlight. They consummate their relationship, forgetting all past regrets and concerns. They had sex all night, linking their lives to each other, becoming mates. As how a dragon would say.

Since that day, they had a new adventures together, with new friends and allies far more than they knew they could get. They gained some friends, and they lost some. They were separated, and changed, but they stayed together, even if anything would made them apart. Seraphor became a god-like dragon with mastery of the four elements he had, becoming a legend among dragons. Avila, during her travels in the dark world, found her bloodline to be far more than she could imagine, and to the fact that she wasn't alone in the world. Death bestowed her the abilities far more powerful than her curse could give, and they were used to help dragons in need.

A hundred years after they first mated, they were given two healthy younglings that was the first cross race dragon generations. Upon seeing how their lives had taken to the best, Avila knew that Seraphor's choice led to this moment, and she would cherish it for the rest of her life before her time leaving the world she loved behind.