A War in the Clouds

They say, that on that day, there was a war in the clouds.

The Red brothers and Gold brothers gathered in the hundreds, once again battling for territory of the harsh norther lands. Scales like iron turned tooth and nail. Gouts of fire gave birth to children of the sun. The blood of ancients fell like rain, and burned the earth below. It was when the violence and terror had reached it's apex that he appeared.

He appeared to them as a man, with a winged cloak of blue flame. His skin was golden, and his eyes burned like all the fires of hell. The beating of his wings snuffed the clouds from the sky, and the dragons grew fearful. Even they could feel the heat from this blue fire. These beings that bathed in lava, and drank the boiling sea. They could feel the heat from his flames.

"Brothers of sky and fire. Children of the Allcaster. Guardians of the North. This land is falling. Our borders are consumed by black chaos daily. The final battle is at hand. This goes beyond your vie for land. This goes beyond the color of your scales. It is life and order versus a chaotic nothingness that will end All That Is. You will fight for life, or your history will forever end. Your hoards will fade away, and your flames will be extinguished. So turn your fires towards the heart of our enemy. Fly as one to the desert oasis, and leave this petty war for one that will create our future."

And with that he took wing to the heavens. He flew through the azure sky, until a doorway was burned into existence. A gate to the realm of Draconic Fire. It closed behind him and suddenly the earth was a very cold place. There were no debates. The dragons turned south, and they flew.