(Seeing as how popular this got, this is the part 2, I’m surprised but I’ll do my best)

The Historian and Priests only shrugged, they didn’t know what had happened, and were just as confused as the King. They would only redirect their eyes to the three dragons who were around the shattered eggs.

The king only looked on, his hands coming together under his chin as the battle began. Red and Blue seemed more intent on fighting one another, leaving Yellow alone for the moment, and Yellow seemed content in not involving itself with the two.

One could best describe the fight between Red and Blue as a flying cat fight, claws flying at one another, wings flapping and maneuvering to get the upper hand. It seemed like they were an even match, the Red dragon ripping into Blue’s wing, and Blue latching onto Red’s tail, dragging it down and grounding the twin.

Dust was kicked up by the pair, the crowd cheering on Red, watching over the fight as Yellow just stood by, the Third Dragon watching the two fight against one another, claws and teeth and all. It seemed to be over in seconds when the dust began to settle.

Blue took deep breaths, blowing dust up as she stood over her slain brother, Red. She would roar and stand on her back legs like a dark stallion standing over its new lands.

The boos from the crowd were almost immediate, their voices however died down as Yellow roared to gat the attention of their sister. Blue would whip around, and roar back at Yellow, walking away from Red’s body, ready to fight Yellow but weakened by the fight with Red.

Yellow was slow, careful, sizing up their sister as Blue growled, torn wings spread wide, trying to intimidate Yellow. Yellow meanwhile only saw one thing in the display, weakness, and vulnerability.

Blue would fail the game of chicken, and charged at Yellow, roaring all the way until Yellow sidestepped and body checked her on to the hard stone floor, being silent as Blue tumbled.

Blue stood up, having expected Yellow to be on her and fighting, but the sibling just stood there, unmoving but ever so watchful. Blue had managed to hurt one of her arms, now on three legs as she huffed, roaring at Yellow, but being alone in the roar.

Yellow just watched, breathing slowly as she stairs down Blue, their wings folded neatly, legs planted into the stone like trees. Blue growled, and on her three legs charged again, being focused on Yellows head now, charging as fast as she could until Yellow spun, their tail tip striking Blue’s jaw, breaking it and sending Blue back to the dirt.

Each time Blue fell, the crowed would cheer on Yellow, no longer remembering Red who lays off to the side still. Blue stood back up, limping and jaw hanging open, her sides bleeding and mouth dripping as she roared weakly, trying to be strong but Yellow just walked up to her, and with an almost comically slow swipe, took hold of Blues head and forced her to roll on her side.

Blue shivered, unable to move, weakened by Yellow as she waited for the final blow, but still Yellow just stood there, holding Blue down. Yellow chittered with their teeth, seeming to speak to Blue for a moment before letting go. Blue didn’t dare get up, weakened by broken bones and blood loss, only able to watch as Yellow finally spread their wings.

With a gust of air and cloud of dust Yellow took off, flying high and leaving the arena, flying directly over the kings seat. The King only watched, amazed as this strange beast left, leaving a broken but living Blue behind.

“Have some men track it.” He ordered, one of his knights nodded and left to spread the word, the king then turned to the Historian and Priest “go down and capture the Blue Dragon, it is yours to do with” he says, the historian and Priest nodded, leaving the king to collect the Red body and Blue survivor.

The queen thinks, sipping her wine as she looked down to the arena “what do you think this means?” She asked, looking board more than anything.

“Nothing good.” The king says, grunting as he stood upright, standing to speak to his people, he would try and clear his throat. He couldn’t quite get the itch to go away, and would take the wine from his wife, taking a quick drink before coughing and speaking “my people!” He bellowed, looking to those in the stands “while we may not know what this winter brings, rest assured it will be nothing to hold us back, we will continue to grow and swell out over the Barbaric lands, and bring in a new year of peace, and prosperity!” He roared, smiling as the peasants roared in agreement. He would wash his throat with the rest of the wine in his wife’s cup, coughing some more before guiding the queen out of the stands.

The kingdom barely made it a month until the King began to get letters, from the boarder towns first, then closing in. A plague, starting with a cough, difficulty breathing, and sweating, which soon led to pale skin, dizziness, and diarrhea, and in some cases, Death. The king knew this well, as he was suffering from the same symptoms as he sat on his throne, wearing barely anything as he felt all too hot even with his feet in a bucket of ice.

He sat at his table, his advisors all huddled at the far end as to not catch the illness as he spoke. “We must find a way to cut this plague short.” He shouted, coughing hard and pounding the table with his fist. “What are in the notes on it!”

One advisor flipped through a book, frowning “there are reports of a large uptick in rodent populations, the wave of rats is often found around grain silos and other food storage sites.”

“The grain silos are bursting at the seems with extra grain, and with no cats to cut down those numbers of rodents, it’s a case of millions of rodents running rampant!” Another adviser exclaimed, putting down his book with some force.

“The rats must be spreading the plague” the third advisor says, grunting as he sat down, weakened by the limitation of food.

“Then the next best thing to do is to starve the rats” the king grunted, breathing in deeply although not deeply enough for his liking. “I want the spare grain silos to be burned, burn the rats with them.”

“Sir… that grain is our winter stock pile, the leafs haven’t even finished turning colors!” The first advisor replied, leaning on the table.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t hear about you’re recent promotion to King!” The king retorted, pointing at the first advisor “my word is law, now go! Or your head will go away from your shoulders!”

The advisors only nodded, grunting as they left the table, walking away as one of the doctors came over to check with the king.