"No, no, and no again!" Blaze's mother insisted, "You may absolutely not go with Precious! It is too dangerous! I already lost your brother Erasieu to the cage-carriers. I am not about to lose another!"
"But ma! I helped her! I got her here! Shouldn't I at least go with her?" Blaze argued. It was the noon of the battle.
"Don't worry miss. We will keep your daughter safe. Star is going with too." Captain Zap said. Precious noted his funny accent. Accents are rare in dragons.
"Fine... Blaze! Stay safe! You better come back alive!" the mother mamba cried.
Then the army marched towards a huge volcano in the distance, dragons carrying cages, some full, going in and out. The volcano belched out plumes of smoke.
The army paused as Precious explained the plan. Then when she was finished briefing them, they continued. They were all nervous, all of them marching in the open. Another army appeared out of the volcano. An army of cage-carriers.
"What should we do commander?" Zap asked Precious. Precious thought a moment, looking into the crowds of cage-carriers.
"Break formation, hold them back," she decided, "Distract them. Star, come along."
"HEY!" screeched a voice.
"And Blaze!" Precious laughed. Star and Blaze followed Precious out of the army as they flew up. As they did, Zap expertly commanded his army. Precious watched from above as fire was exchanged through the battlefield.
but the cage-carriers had more tricks planned.
"Fire the ice dragons!" commanded a particularly large cage-carrier at the front. That is when Precious noticed that there were white, light blue, and silver dragons inside the cages that a certain few of the cage-carriers, well, carried. Those particular ones pulled out an electrified stick and poked the ice dragons in the cages with them. Those poor dragons yelled in pain and breathed out millions of particles of freezing ice and snow. As it hit the mambas in the front lines, they stopped in their tracks. Precious wondered what was going on. But then she realized. The mambas' scales were changing color. Instead of black, they were turning a soft light purple. They were vulnerable.Than those horrible cage-carriers got their caged fire dragons to spew fireballs. That hurt the mambas that were hit with the ice. Star, Blaze, and Precious turned away. They did not want to see the fate of the mamba army.
"They found a weakness in us..." Blaze said, tears rolling down her cheeks. She was crying. Dragons almost never cry.