The battle continues a dragons perspective

"The dragons did not actually get involved with the war until after the third battle, it is the first time I have ever seen the elves so impatient."  The ancient dragon turned his scaly head towards the sky as if remembering something from a long time ago.  This was the first time anyone other than a dragon had gotten close enough to speak to the ancient one, he was so old his scales were the color of the clouds and his head was larger than some houses.

"Our first involvement in the war," the dragon continued, "we dragons decided to strike at a location were we knew the humans had a lot of technology, they called it a military base.  We started our strike at them by arranging for the dwarves and trolls to tunnel under their perimeter fences."

Grinning with pride the huge beast continued, "I was younger and a good bit more foolish back then.  I let a single young dragon go in to set off the signal for the attack.  It worked perfectly, he was a fast flyer and was in the midst of their base before they even knew he was there.  I single bought of dragons breath and one of their weapons, called a jet, exploded.  That was the signal for the rest of us to attack."

"The trolls burst out of their tunnels, as we dragons flew down from above, the enemy didn't know what hit them at first as we came at them from opposite sides.  After a few minutes though they managed to get organized and started firing their weapons at us.  The trolls and dwarves soon had to retreat from the field, until I called for the second wave.  The charge of the demon steeds was something to truly see, a thousand black beasts with glowing yellow eyes came charging at the enemies fence and leaping over it.  I almost felt sorry for the humans as those horse like allies started ripping through their ranks."

"While our ground based allied kept the humans distracted us dragons focused our attacks on the large weapons they had on the base.  The jets were destroyed on our initial strike, good thing too, as they were the only weapon that could have fought against us in the sky.  The things they called tanks were another matter all together, their large cannon could turn and blow a hole through a dragon and at the same time they were covered in so much metal we could not blow them up like we had the jets."  He shook his head slightly in memory, "I tried to grab one and pick it up, only to discover it was too heavy to lift, I did learn about on of their weaknesses though.  Like a turtle if it was flipped onto its top, it could not move or attack, I quickly had the largest of the dragons focused on flipping tanks, while the smallest started to take out the buildings."

"The battle lasted about an hour before the humans reinforcements arrived and we had to retreat, but the damage had been done.  Dragons breath is not easily extinguished and we knew by the time the fires were out, all of the equipment at this base would be destroyed.  Several of us fought the jets that had arrived, as the others retreated," he looked at his side and winced, "it's were I picked up this scar."

Along his side was a nasty looking scar with a piece of twisted metal still visible in the old wound.  "Why not remove the metal from your side?"  I asked.

"Because we killed everyone who knew how to prevent it from exploding."  He laughed deeply at the irony of it.  "When I took out one of the jets in the sky, one of his bombs pierced my side and it has stayed there ever since."

I found myself amazed by the courage this dragon had, to be carrying around something that could destroy him at a moments notice and yet he had continued to destroy the very people who could have removed it from him.  Bowing respectfully to this creature who had lived for over five millennium, I turned and walked back to my camp, it will be weeks before I can file my report with the library.

Excerpt from a rotten old scroll found in a cavern high in the mountains, author unknown.