War Can't Hold Us Back

== Author's Note ==
This Story contains somewhat Mature Content. (Fighting, slight Gore, etc.) If you wish not to read about such things, please avoid reading this story. Thank you!
== Prologue ==
There she stood, as firm as a mountain, awaiting the first cry of battle. Crysoberyl glanced slightly to her left, noticing all the other solider's stern faces. Then, to the right. She wanted to take it all in, preserve that certain moment; not because it was special, but because she knew some of these dragons would never stand on the face of earth again. She only hoped that she, Crysoberyl of the SkyWings, would not fall into the same fate. 
Although, in the back of the young SkyWing's mind, she knew that death was right around the corner. You can only survive on the Front Lines a few times before Fate decides that your wound should continue bleeding until your veins run dry, or that the spear being hurled your way should pierce your heart, or a large artery. There are endless possibilities when it comes to causes of death, Crysoberyl thought with a grimace on her once-emotionless face. 
Then, it came. The ear-shattering, echoing shriek. The battle had just begun. 
A domino effect of chaos came down the line of SkyWing soldiers. Crysoberyl was suddenly thrust to the ground, tearing up the earth beneath her. The impact caused her neck to snap back, sending a sharp, agonizing pain down her spine. She lay there, on the ground, paralyzed by the shock. She pressed her free arm of talons against her extensive neck, attempting to feel any shattered bones. After a good bit of searching, Crysoberyl came to a conclusion that if any bones were broke, they were not big enough to finish her off. 
She slowly pried her body off the ground. She shook her head, as if trying to make sense of the mayhem occurring around her. She noticed dragons of Sea and Sky ripping each other's tongues out. Bodies laying motionless on the blood-soaked dirt. Dragons carrying their fellow tribemates' mangled bodies into small tents. It was almost to much to take in. 
Stop acting this way, Crysoberyl reminded herself. Stop acting like a mindless idiot, get yourself together and fight! Crysoberyl dug her claws into the blood-dirt mixture, and hoisted herself fully upright. Once she regained her balance, Crysoberyl took a good look around the bloody field. Pile of the dead to the right, she noted. Fighting to the left. 
Crysobeyl stood there for a good while, unsure of where to go. 
Where did the screams go? Crysoberyl realized. While the chaos escalated around her, she hastily shook her head, hoping to regain hearing. Instead, Blood gushed out of her ears, splattering the ground and the nearby soldiers. (WIP) 
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