In a land far away from all the animals there was, dragons. They lived in two tribes, the light and the dark. One day the Dark tribe wanted all the land for him self, including the land that the Light tribe owned. So war came. There was a peace meeting and the king of the Dark tribe said "I want this war to end but it's not happening, if we fuse are powers we can make something that will keep peace". The Light queen agreed to the plan but she said "For all that glitters dose not glow" it was a warning for the Dark tribe. They did it but one mistake happened, the Light queen put to mutch of her power in tiny statue that was going to make peace. The statue was shattered after that. They tried again. This time it worked, again the Dark tribe. There ambitions got ahead of there peace treaty. The king brought the whole dark army and attacked the Light tribe. Killing the Light Queen but at the hands of the Dark King. The Dark King died too but at the hands of the Light Queen. Thus ending the war. The two sides never talked, had meetings, had friends, and especially no mates. But it has been a hundred years since then... and war might come.
