It was a cloudy night as Gerrion flew on his usual route through the skies. He had learnt to fly at an early age and was now perfecting his skill, twisting and diving between the clouds. This night, however, would not be as he thought it would, for out of the clouds came an echoing roar. A darker dragon, roughly the same size as Gerrion, shot out of the clouds and spiralled around him, trappping him wherever he tried to fly. Gerrion knew that if he did not fight and defeat this intruder to his domain, then he himself would face deaths icy grip. With an almighty roar he let out a blast of flame, and the battle for his life began once more, high up in the cloudy skies.