Captive Warriors-Prolouge

A Shadow dragon mother curls up with her babies in the burning rays of the day. Their cave is well hidden by growth and location.
    Her tail blocks the little children, only a few weeks old, from outside threats. Her large head acts as a shield from the daylight which Shadow Dragons hate with a passion.
    Two humans linger outside of her home with guns and ropes. They crouch low and silent, two expert poachers who are about to make their kill.
    The thick growth suddenly bursts into flame as they set it on fire. The Shadow Dragon's eyes snap open as two figures jump through the flames.
   The side of her head bursts into unbeliveable pain as a loud bang is heard from the humans. She screams in rage and agony as the little Shadow Dragons wake up and begin crying. She sweeps them behind her with her tail and rears up to her full hieght in the cavern, attempting to scare off her attackers. But these men are experienced poachers and the one who fired first fires again, hitting the dragon in the shoulder. The armor piercing bullet slams into her scales and goes right through the bone. They dart to either side as the dragon lashes out at them with its claws. The second attacker throws a rope over the paw, which the first catches and pulls, hard. The Shadow dragon goes down, her face slamming into the rock and opening up a wound which blood gushes from. She cries out in rage, and then agony as a blade pierces through her chest.
    She flails helplessly as the blade gouges into her skin, lashing muscle from bone, and eventually heart from body.
    After they harvest the heart, the central power to the dragon's powers, they turn their attention on the small and helpless babies.
   They are crying behind their mother, weeping as to know what is going on. "Tag and bag," The first says to the second, tossing him a device of sorts. The second then burns a symbol into the flanks of each of the dragons. They cry out in turn, but are silenced as they are placed into a cage which has two platforms on top and bottom with a shield that acts as sound-proof bars. "They'll make good money. Especially the one with the red scales," The first poacher says, looking at a small dragon which is huddled with its siblings in confusion. "You think? We could sell him for...say...150,000?" The second asks. "About that, yeah. His siblings would go for 50,000 each. A good catch considering they're Shadows," The first says. "Lets get back and get them cycled and sold," the second says.

    Back in a large city, an auction is held. Dragons are being sold, young and old. It is a grand occasion which people from many different countries, territories, and factions come to look and buy.
   Illegal dragons are sold, such as the ones the poachers caught, but people choose to buy them anyways because they are good work creatures due to the reason that they can't be tracked. Cold hard cash is traded for a young Dragon which is then raised by the human to bend to his or her will.
   At the event all kinds of Dragons are being showed. They swoop in the skies, diving down to play tricks. But this particular man isn't looking for a full grown Dragon. He is a middle aged farmer looking for a young dragon to raise and call his own. he wants an Illegal Sell.
   He browses the Dragons until his eyes fall on the cage that holds the six Shadow Dragon babies from before whos mother was poached.
   His gaze shifts to each in return before his eyes fall on the little baby with red scales. "How much for that one?" he asks the vendor. "Boss says 150,000. Cash only," he replies. The man nods. "He looks worth it."
    They make the exchange, and soon enough the old man has the baby and is returning to his farm which lays many, many miles outside of the city limits.
   He lives alone and owns a most of the forest that surrounds his home. He is a rich man, but keeps to himself. And soon enough, he will have a full grown Shadow dragon to protect him.