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The legend of the Dragon sapphire.

It was the dark ages, the medieval era, and storm clouds filled the skies and made the earth rumble and flash from the intense atmosphere that was so thick you could slice it with a simple butter knife that was blunt along the edges.

Knights rode across the empty pastures on their noble steeds as they galloped towards a mountainous place where supposedly the dragons had resided.

The winged beasts were like a plague amongst these dark ages. They had the ability to breathe flames, they were huge and could cause massive and catastrophic damage to any small unsuspecting village. They were also allegedly mindless beasts that wouldn't hesitate to kill you once given the opportune moment.

For many millennia these creatures thrived and killed for pleasure and now, for the knights of King Arthur, the time had come to kill off all dragons and exterminate them for good.

"Men," One of the knights suited in armour started through a determined voice, shouting over the thunder and lighting and the gallops of his horse "no matter what happens to us, we shall purge the land of these beasts forever more! Make certain to stay out of the line of fire, art thou clear!?"

"Understood!" The other knights galloping behind the leader shouted in unison to reply to the demands they were given.

The thunder rumbled intimidatingly around them, lightning threateningly lurking behind this massive cloud burst as rain was predicted to start sheeting hammering down, soaking everyone in a literal flood of chaos.

It wasn't long until they had started to see a huge mountain come into view upon the horizon.

It was a huge place that looked somewhat out of order and not in the not-working way. It was more like it was...out of place or something, there was no way to describe the air it sent down the knights' spines. It even went up to a graceful point at the top just like any other mountain would but it was surrounded by stoic cliffs and parapet-like monuments that were dragon-made.

The leader knight narrowed his eyes determinedly, a rage filling his soul.

He was going to kill those beasts if it were the last thing he did.

Peering into a mystic pool, three creatures sat patiently around it with regal elegance locked on their mysterious yet old gazes, their wise old eyes lidded with unbridled interest of what was transpiring on the outside world with their enemies.

The three creatures were quite large in size and they all had exceptionally long necks that had been craned down so they could gaze into the water.

They each had blue, ivory and lilac scales that illuminated through the pitch blackness of the caverns catacombs and they had long beaky-snout-things that had each bore a frown of disappointment. They even had long horns poking out from atop their heads and they flapped their large wings.

These three creatures were the last surviving dragons in existence.

(Brothers,) One thought in what appeared to be some form of telepathy. This one had the lilac scales and appeared to have been the youngest out of all three of them (they are coming for us. What shalt we do?)

The middle eldest, the dragon with the blue scales, made a simple nod of the head (...I know not, little brother, but we need to make haste with our next movement or else we shall be slain!) this middle dragon pounded a claw down on the side of the pool, disturbing the water slightly and disrupting the vision this sacred pool projected (We need to cut off the evil that is the human race before they slay us!)

The blue dragon appeared to have been the more rash and ill-tempered out of the three of them. It was obvious at a glance that the middle brother wanted to destroy those humans before they destroyed them, in the more irrational and most hasty way possible.

However, a kindly yet husky voice admonished the second oldest dragon's desires. This was the ivory dragon, the eldest out of all three of them. He snorted through his nostrils and let out a soft yet stern growl (Now, now! We must not act so rashly, brother, it can upset our foes even more...)

The three dragons argued their points, mainly the older two. They roared and snapped their jaws at each other in disagreement whilst they glared daggers. The youngest dragon only responded to their argument by ducking his head in between his shoulder blades, shrinking back in fright of the inevitable battle that was undoubtedly about to take place.

The white dragon and the blue dragon both argued in their telepathic ways, not willing to sacrifice what they believed to be true. Neither of them wanted to surrender their positions and it was obvious that they were willing to banter about it until the end of time. They always had this bitter rivalry against each other, much like Yin and Yang, and they would always try and prove each other more qualified to be head dragon.

Whilst they quarrelled, however, the youngest dragon silently crept away from the logical battleground and he glanced worriedly around.

He knew that those knights were coming and neither of their sides could be called "logical" to begin with; the white dragon's resistance of defending themselves and waiting for the end to come was crazy and the option of attacking innocent people first would just make things worse for them until the end of time.

The youngest lilac dragon waded through the caverns, his long neck craning from left to right as he gazed at his surroundings wearily, while he breathed heavily and uneasily. He felt nervous about this but it was the only thing he could think of at a time like this! While he trailed along the countless tunnels, he sniffed the air for any signs of the artefact he sought.

His nostrils flared with each sniff and his frills raised proudly when he caught the scent.

Tail whipping through nothing, the lilac dragon crept silently through the near pitch black caverns and he eventually came to halt in the wake of a clearing and a pedestal resting inside of it.

This strange chalk pillar had a very strange yet mesmerisingly pretty sapphire resting atop it. It glowed softly in the dim darkness yet it was enough to light the way so the dragon could be aware of where he was.

He gave a gentle growl of fear when he heard some roars and snaps echoing through the walls and ceiling, indicating that the two brother's duel had escalated into quite the brawl. He made haste towards the sapphire and he grabbed it up into one claw, examining it thoroughly for any last minute damage that may compromise his plan, and he gave a heavy sigh from his nostrils when he saw no signs of cracks or anything in the jewel.

He closed his eyes gently and with that, the gem grew brighter. It radiated a mystic energy that illuminated from the sapphire itself, blinding even the world outside for a few nanoseconds. The youngest dragon's own inner voice echoed inside his mind as he willed the sapphire to do his bidding and commanded its mystic power.

(O sapphire of the ancient kings, please allow one of pure of heart to carry on our legacy; grant this being great power and agility that may continue our species' legacy...but until then...)

The youngest dragon choked back a broken sob as he heard some scattering of big feet, indicating that his brothers had stopped fighting and were now escalating towards his location.

Desperate to do this before his brothers could arrive on the scene, the dragon continued his sacred chant whilst a single tear fell from his eye and rolled down his cheek.

(please preserve mine brothers and I so we may someday live again whence the time is right...and this being brings our kind clarity and hope for the future.)

And with that, time stopped dead in its tracks.

A very bright light engulfed the world at that single moment and it even clapped like lightning. The gem brew ever brighter in the lilac dragon's grasp and he had to turn his face away from the burning bright light so his eyeballs wouldn't melt in their sockets. He felt his roars of agony echo inside his mind as he felt like his scales and skin were being shorn away, burning maliciously against the unbearably bright light that so currently harmed him.

His brothers arrived too late on the scene as they two were washed away by that blinding bright light, unknowing of what their brother had just sacrificed for their sake. They too roared in anguish and agony as they felt the same scalding sensation to their skin anyone else would feel if an intense amount of piping hot coffee spilled on all over them.

And, like the snap of a finger, the blinding light subsided and the same blue gem tumbled to the floor.

The dragons were no where in sight.

The knights shortly arrived on the scene soon after the events of their enemies had transpired.

The group walked into the cavern where the shrine lain, well cared for, and there was a somewhat gruesome air to accompany them into the darkness of the catacombs of this mountainous terrain.

The armour-dressed men said nothing to each other yet their hands were to the hilts of their scabbards should their swords be needed encase their winged foes should make a sudden appearance. They didn't know where their adversaries were hiding and didn't really want to think about it, this was the only place they could be since they shouldn't even be intelligent enough to have been aware of their attacks.

Nobody said a word...until one knight decided to break the heavy silence that had been brought with the thick tension in the atmosphere.

"Where would they have gone, sir knights?" The lone knight asked.

Another knight snapped at the younger one "Silence, knave! We are in pursuit of blood-thirsty beasts. We must be on constant guard!"

"Shhh!" A third one shushed the other two, putting a finger to his lips.

That same knight looked down to the ground when something glowing a light blue caught his eye. He glanced downwards and he knelt down before the beautiful sapphire, his gaze transfixed completely on the small glowing gemstone on the floor. He raised his visor so he could get a better look at the little thing, revealing his eyes to be a strange ruby red colouration and his skin a unique shade of peach.

"Hmm? What this be?" He breathed a whisper, his voice tittering on the edge of a light gasp whence he reached down and picked it up.

The glowing gemstone beamed in his hand as it rested in his grasp, the gemstone perfectly fitting inside his palm as if it had been formed to rest there. His eyes were overflowing with curiosity as he looked down at it in a near-hypnotised state. He couldn't help but find this thing so mesmerisingly pretty yet there was a certain familiar air to it. He just couldn't explain it but something about this gem seemed both dangerous and comforting at the same time.

Studying it eagerly, the knight stood back up and stuffed the sapphire into his holster and he commanded the other knights as he wandered deeper into the caverns "Come, men, we must kill those beasts which our quest has assigned thus far."

Confused, the knights obeyed and followed their leader deeper into the caverns to find the dragons they had long sought out.

...Yet, after hours of hunting each and every square foot of the caverns, no dragons were found. They had completely vanished off the face of the earth and there was not a sign of wing or scale. They kept asking themselves where the blasted beasts would be hiding but they secretly knew that they would never find the answer.

This would be the only place they would be, the dragons had nowhere else to go or else be at risk of death whence they were spotted by a nearby village. They couldn't fly anywhere, they were bound to those caverns for reasons that could only be explained by King Arthur himself.

They didn't suspect in the least that their enemies had been sealed in the strange jewel that had been picked up by their naive leader; the youngest dragon's plan had worked! So, reluctantly, they departed back to their kingdom in Camelot with the devastating news that the beasts had somehow fled.

They weren't aware that the youngest dragon's plan was so great but what if his wish didn't come to pass until a long time? What if he had to wait centuries for that one "pure of heart" to actually pick up the sapphire?

How long would the world have to wait until a certain someone carried on the lineage of the dragon race?

A/N: Ta-da!

Prologue of the promised Professor Layton dragon story and I'm excited about it!

I wonder what's going to happen...I already know, of course, but you will have to wait and find out. Except in the One-Shot preview of this story: The soul of a dragon, you should find out more in that.

Please review and tell me what you think of this, I want to know if you would all like it. Btw, this takes place AFTER the Unwound future/Lost future so please be aware of spoilers.

-Chloemcg