The Fire Elemental brooded. For three hundred years he had been forced to hide his face, especially after his last hunt for the Sacred One ended in disaster. Of all the Elementals, he was the most mischivous, almost villianous, as many had called him. He raised on hand and watched as five flames danced across his fingers. He could feel it, soon, very, very soon his chance would come.
"Drik!" he cried, the caverns reverberating with his roar. A small, hunched lizard man hobbled towards the throne upon which his master was seated.
"Yes, oh Firey One," he groveled.
"How goes the preparations?" Ryian asked.
"Swiftly and according to plan your grace," he replied, "Your people, the Scaleions, who you delivered from the Ice Elemental so long ago are working as hard as they can."
Ryian smiled, he hadn't really delivered them, but had rather exploited their plight when the Ice Age had occured, so many eons ago, "Yes, yes," he said, "But what about the army, will my Scaleions be ready to go into battle?"
"The breeding chambers are resounding with the sounds of newborns as we speak milord," Drik said, "These children will mature quickly, but will be slow to age. They will be stronger than all beings, and be able to with stand even winter's icey grip!"
"And the dragons, what of them?" Ryian asked.
"They pledged their alligence to you this morning sire," Drik said, "They wish to bring about a world where the waters are hot, and ice is non-existent, for only then can our races thrive once more upon the face of the earth."
"Good, good," Ryian stood and stared into a boiling magma pool, "I have now only to do my part, the Sacred One must be found before all this can be accomplished. But I feel that there are others we must deal with, the future is a blurr, and I cannot see it clearly, but our day is coming," he turned to Drik, his eye's literally blazing, "As last we will have our revenge!"
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