The dragon's cry of pain rang through the Haven. The dragons flew over to investigate. A large dragon was on top of another, smaller, dragon. The larger one was snarling at the smaller one. The large dragon was the second highest ranking dragon, but the younger, and smaller, dragon was the King. The large dragon, Kamil, was angry that a young dragon was the king, and he wanted to be king. The king was dripping golden blood from multiple gashes. In front of everybody, Kamil raked his claws over the king's muzzle. He roared in pain, but couldn't fight back. Kamil raised his paw to deliver the death blow, when time froze. A small voice rang out, and every dragon heard it.

When tragedy strikes, a dragon king will rise.

Born an enemy, hidden from those who seek it.

Born in lightnings storm, a child of death will rise.

Not a warrior, but a metalworker.

Do not search, for that will be futile.

Wait, when the time is right, he will be born.

Then time started again. The king just disappeared, leaving Kamil as the king of all dragons.

A/N I'm not good at writing prophesies, so sorry.