Title: Reign of Fire: Rising from the Ashes
Author: Dawn Stag & LoveMe1010
Pairings: Quinn/Alex, Creedy/OC
Warnings: Violence, Implicit Language, Sexual Situations, Death
Summary: Quinn and his extended family still have to do battle to survive in their castle, this time its not just the dragons who they have to fight. The arrival of a new girl proves she seems to be the one to help them.
A/N: This is the revised edition of Rising from the Ashes with (hopefully) all mistakes removed, but if you do see any please feel free to tell me- thank you.
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Reign of Fire: Rising from the Ashes
Six years had passed since Quinn had slain the Bull dragon, and slowly their numbers decreased but the threat was still there, waiting and watching. Still the ground was struggling to create a new world, a new world with trees and grass and flowers and animals. Some had survived, most had not. Quinn and Alex returned to the castle, their victorious win a triumph, yet a bitter one all the same. Van Zan did not return, for reasons both heroic and tragic, along with many who had tried to help the cause. One question plagued the mind of all- will a new Bull take control and the terrifying reign of dragons continue, or will they disappear off the face of the earth? It cannot be said, not yet, no one can say. But all who could, prayed for the end, for the light at the end of the tunnel, for everything to be all right- if it is possible.
And within all the gloom of this dark and sad tale, there was a glimmer of hope. Creedy who all thought as dead (no man could live through such an ordeal as he had faced) was indeed not. It can be said that Creedy was the luckiest man alive, or to have ever been born. If he had been Irish you could have blamed it on the luck they possess, but he is not- a Scot all the same, and yet as far as I know, the Scots are not blessed with such luck- are they? It seems that the dragon's attempt at destruction was more of a blessing in disguise for old Creedy. A large piece of masonry fell upon our unlikely hero preventing him from becoming chargrilled toast, instead he ended up bruised and singed- and oh, missing his eyebrows for some time. But none the less the ladies still loved him and Creedy was a happy, but sore man.
In less than a century, humanity was shaken to its core. The hunters became the hunted and mercy no longer existed. Now the survivors had the task of surviving, which is hard when the land you live on is withered and dead. Many of the survivors returned foolishly to the old towns and cities in hope of shelter- those who were not eaten struggled just as much as before. Not only did they have to deal with their one deadly nemesis, a new just as evil force arrived. Ruthlessness became the key to survival and rebel gangs enjoyed the blood-lust they created. It became the survival of the fittest if ever there was one, the gangs stole, murdered and pillaged to get what they needed to survive. It seemed that compassion died alongside mercy and the Bull dragon. Kidnappings were rife as the gangs tried to secure themselves a new society, women and children the most likely to be taken. Gone were the days when the world had been "civilised", instead it was a world for the taking- by whoever had the strength to do so.