The Wrath of Bor'Salac
In a land ruled by Dragons, Vorhal, Scourge of Wyrms, Shadow of Death, King of the West was one of the greatest dragons of all. He ruled the lands and skies, and everything he saw belonged to him. And when the mighty Dragon saw a small family of Hydra's, they where his prey.
However these Hydra's were slippery creatures, and Vorhgal was massive, when they saw the great dragon approach they fled into the one place aDragon could not reach, the ocean. But they where Vorhal's prey, and so Vorhal followed them. He would pursue them for hours above the water, whenever one of the creatures reached for air, he would swipe down. But these Hydras always managed to slip away just pout of his reach, and Vorhal began to grow frustrated, and as Vorhal recovered from one of his dives, the water below exploded.
From the waves emerged a creature rarely seen by land dwellers, the master of the deep, a Leviathan. squirming
When Vorhal realised what the Lwviathan had come for, he was enraged, he demanded of the Leviathan that he hand the Hydras over to him as they where his rightful prey. At this the Leviathan did something Vorhal had not seen in millennia, it laughed at him. "If they were your rightful prey Fire Wing, why could you not take them?"
Vorhal responded snorting fire as he did so. "The vermin fled into the ocean, rather than face me, but they came form the lands, and so are my prey."
Again the Leviathan laughed, crushing the squirming Hydras as he did so. "And the ocean is my domain, Fire Wing. Why should I hand them to you?"
Vorhal snarled, and did something he had not had to do in millennia, introduce himself. "I am Vorhal, Scourge of Wyrms, Shadow of Death, King of the West. Who are you to take anything of mine!"
The Leviathan snarled back, leaning forward towards the Dragon as it raised more of its immense body from the ocean. "I am Bor'Salac, Breaker of Reefs, Sovereign of the North Sea, and I will not be dictated to by some Fire Wing whelp, the ocean is my domain, and so is everything in it."
"Then I shall burn away the ocean, drag you from the sea floor and devour you instead." And with that Vorhal flew away, the mocking laughter of Bor'Salac behind him.
However Vorhal never made idle promises, returning to his lair he called on all dragons of the West, and they heeded his call, for to do otherwise would invite his wrath. Once gathered Vorhal told them of the insults given to him, and of his promise, and the Dragons roared in agreement. They were dragons, nothing was denied to them, the Beasts of the Sea had grown arrogant, it was time to put them in their place.
The Dragons flew to the coast, and unleashed their fire upon the ocean. For days on end they burned away at it, unleashing their fires on the edge of the sea and swooping across the surface, plucking any creature they could see out of the water to devour. To strike at the ocean itself seems like folly, but they continued with the stubborn mindedness only dragons could match, and slowly day by day, they made progress, each day the shore was pushed further and further back.
Then on the twelfth day of burning, the water receded further than it ever had before, and the Dragons roared in triumph, even the ocean could not stand against the Dragons.
Then the rumbling began, heard across the entire western lands, and as the dragons looked on towards the retreating water they saw it, a titanic wave now roared towards the land. The Dragons scrambled to the skies as the wall of water slammed into the land, rolling over in a wave of destruction not seen since the War of the Wanderer's. Some dragons had not been quick enough to escape, and were pulled under the tide, their roars of pain and panic lost amid the rumbling wave.
The wave submerged nearly the entirety of the western lands, forests where flattened and mountains submerged, millions of creatures died, and thousands of Dragons lost all their precious possessions in the destruction. None lost more so than Vorhal, as King of the West all things other Dragons owned in the Westlands belonged to him as well, and so when they lost, he lost as well. And as Vorhal surveyed the destruction of his lands, his possessions, he heard a familiar laugh.
Bor'Salac emerged from the waves, gazing up at the great Dragon. No words where said, instead Bor'Salac merely surveyed the destruction around him, and Vorhal once again flew into a rage. Vorhal dived straight at Bor'Salac, and the two beasts clash echoed for miles around, and the titans disappeared into the waves.
Neither Vorhal nor Bor'Salac would ever be seen again.
Eventually the water would recede, but much of the old Westlands was gone forever. Were once there had been land was now the Salacian Sea, and what remained was no longer the Westlands, now just Vorhad.