Dawn- An age of Darkness

The Human and the elf were gone, leaving a pretty fluffy bunny behind.

She was far from home.

Her home, the island of the great bunnies was a very sacred place for the world of bunnies. Of course many had ventured for that island but most never made it. The few that did never came back. 

To the bunnies that land was the land of gods: paradise. And who'd want to come back from paradise?

The fluffy bunny didn't miss her home. Instead she just stared out the window, gazing upon the stars. 

To her, the island wasn't paradise. After all, she only spent one day there, the day she was born. 

She had a name and she didn't feel much for the name. She didn't like it, she didn't hate it. Frankly, she didn't feel anything for the name: Biteria. But she'd still respond to that name.

The meager light of the stars reflected in her large black pupils as she silently gazed at the skies, alone.

One second she was gazing at the stars, the next second she was gone. 

It was almost as though she was one with the shadows. Fast, and stealthy. 

The night was her hunting time and the city was her hunting ground. 

A sleeping pigeon!

Her attention was in the max. She located a pigeon on the roof, and without a doubt, climbed in swift motion, breaking the neck in quick succession before shoving it down her throat. She was fast, and she was hungry. But her hunger did get a little sated as she devoured three more pigeons. 

She purred as she gazed at the stars again, totally satisfied. And a second later she noticed something in the distance. There was a guy there, walking towards the inn, drooping as he did. 

Biteria jumped from the roof and landed on her feet like a certain superhero. She hopped like the cute thing she was and moved closer and closer to the drooping guy. 

And once she was there, the guy noticed her. 

Dick Miggins had a terrible night. He was trying to pick up girls, but all he got were rejections. Strangely people would talk to him normally but when he tried to flirt, they'd just leave him. It happened once, it happened twice but then it happened at least a hundred times.

Dick didn't know one thing. In this world. Women cared more about strength than looks. And though dick was fairly strong, he did look rather slim and weak. He was not thin by earth's standards but by this world's? He was almost like a child. So obviously women avoided kids like him.

But Dick didn't know that. To him, he was a failure. And his memories from back home weren't really helping. 

Being called bro by all his female friends, gave him enough anxiety as it was, and now it was even haunting him in this world. 

And so, the moment he looked at the bunny, his eyes leaked a bit. And with tearful eyes he went closer to Biteria, eventually grabbing her, hugging her, and sniffing. At least the bunny won't be disgusted by him, and run away, right?

Biteria almost as though, sensing Dick's mood, remained cute and cuddly. For once Biteria didn't bite, and the two of them went into the inn. 

***

In the southern corner of the Helsing country, there was a forest and a mountain that no one dared to cross. It wasn't because of the undead and nor was it because of the monsters: there were none. 

But there was one thing. And that thing being the dragons. And there were at least a hundred different kinds of them: some intelligent and caring while others, totally hostile to anything that wasn't part dragon.

The whole valley was named Dragnoid- the dragon's territory.

But lately no one really saw many dragons flying around. 

Some speculated that the dragons were dying out. The reasons were all over the place. From being massacred by gods, to being poisoned by humans. All of which seemed implausible at best. 

Dragons were the mightiest creatures alive and their leader was a literal God- The god of courage, Xerphas. There were hundreds of demigods present in the Dragnoid forest. Some of them were hybrids of Alves and dragons while some were just demigods from other races. 

And yet, in recent times, no one really saw many dragons. And no one really knew for sure, why.

***

But within that forest, two creatures who should have never met again met. One was a man hooded in darkness, the other, a mighty dragon.

"What do you want worm?" The dragon screeched as fire enshrouded its breath. 

"Nothing much. I've come to help you in your crusade. That snake's apostle is there, and this is just entertaining." The hooded man's voice reeked of hatred, but his chuckles reached far and wide. 

The mighty dragon hissed. "I do not require the help from the likes of you!"

"I've already given Damsel sleep. I assure you, I can make things easy if you should accept one of my conditions." The man showed the dragon a glowing gem, proof of his victory over Damsel. 

"Damsel?" The dragon questioned and became saner. "What say you?"

The hooded man's lips curled up. "You see…."

And an hour later, mighty dragons filled up the sky, clouding the stars and roaring, shaking the very world. They were about to wage war. 

***

"Well, that worked out?" A demon approached the hooded man.

It was night and nobody was in the vicinity, at least nobody the two was aware of.

"Oh? Did Namcha send you?"

"Yes, my lord." The demon bowed. He was every bit of human beauty personified. If it weren't for his blood-red eyes and two mighty horns, no one could even begin to fathom that he was in fact, a demon. 

"Namcha? Namcha Millianase?" Someone spoke from the shadows. "So you were playing us?" A woman, no, a man walked towards the duo. He was clothed in scaled armor and looked humanoid in form. He was a hybrid of Dragons and Alves.

Two duo never sensed the man's presence.

"Looks like my time here has come to an end. I'll leave the rest to you. Please ensure that we are not disturbed." The hooded man turned to mist and a demonic chuckle filled the air. 

The demon gave a brief bow and readied his rapier.

"Damn you!" The half-dragon rushed with his blood spear but he was intercepted by the demon. 

"Sorain. One of the seven. Pleasure to make your acquaintance." The demon courteously introduced himself. 

"Move it, you vile creature. I don't time for-" But this was no weakling demon and the half-dragon knew it from the moment their spear and swords crossed. 

And so a legendary battle took place in the Dragnoid forest, a battle forgotten in history: only to be remembered by the half-dragon himself.