The three rose up and saw the battle. Neither side was winning. Sycamore swooped in in a downwards spiral, breathing a plume of flame with a flicker of green to get the attention of the battlers.
The fighting stopped.
"Dragons! Be it Mamba or Theraishu, heed my words! I am the descendant of Queen Matachachi! Me and my siblings have the power of the Bizeenuay Gem! Stop fighting, all of you! This is what Matachachi meant when she said, 'At peak Battle the sword is paper'. Sign the Scalin Contract." Sycamore announced.
"Wait." Precious said, "Scythe said my egg was called the scalin stone."
"Why didn't you tell me?" Sycamore asked her.
"To be honest I never thought much of it," Precious mumbled, matter-of-factly.
"Precious," Sycamore said, handing the contract to the dragons below. "I think I know what type of dragon you are. Follow me." Sycamore told her, then he flew off.