High in the peaks the Fire dragons lay, most are not to be trusted, Cetriel a dark red Fire dragon sored above the clouds before diving with speed, Cetriel smirked to himself, he promised himself he'd win the trials he'd be the strongest...he landed at the starting arena, a large talon shapped arena, Cetriel and the others lowered themselves and readied themselves, suddenly they all flew with speed, Cetriel knew there was no rules so he pushed and fought. For it truly was a fight, yet not a fight to the death, Cetriel snapped his jaws and breathed his harsh fire at the others who tried to find his weak points, Cetriel lunged and clawed at one causing it to back off and give up knowing It would get hurt again. Cetriel showed his power and agility but a smaller more nimble white fire dragon with cyan eyes, it pounced at his back causing him to fall over, but she only smirked at him, they began to race against each other as they know it was a race not just a fight...was that little white brat seriously going to win? He asked himself as they raced, he got an idea and used a flag to hit her out of the sky, he won though...that was important to him. And there is. The Fire Trials of the Fire Dragons.