"The first attack was devastating. On the lesser island, a great beast slithered from the ocean and laid waste to everything it saw, eating alive any Archaeopteryx foolish enough to fight back. It alone outmatched the Archaeopteryx Clan's strongest fighters. I believe the same would hold true of the Condor Clan – that no warrior short of Conjura could have defeated it. Through their combined efforts and many losses, the Archaeopteryx Clan's warrior-princes finally slew it."
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"It was a tragedy, but one that united the Archaeopteryx, which is why I suspect Shisoberin did not intervene. The Archaeopteryx had gone long without an enemy, evidenced by their infighting. Regardless, it was a week after that when the next Dragon came."
"This one was larger, stronger, and fiercer than its brother, and this time, Shisoberin left his roost to fight it. He swiftly slew it before too much life could be lost. He tried to calm the people, but I suspect everyone knew what would happen next.
"Another Dragon came, and while Shisoberin slew it, its abilities were far greater and many Archaeopteryx died by its claws. Then another came, and he knew he could not defeat it alone quickly enough to spare his people. He called the warrior-princes and the Archaeopteryx Summoner, and together, they slew it too. Each one was stronger, faster, larger, and more powerful than the last. Their forms were vastly different – I only call them Dragons at Shisoberin's cue.
"The fifth and sixth Dragons could fly. They arrived together and fought together, and even if they were ponderous and ungainly in the air, that nullified the Archaeopteryx's primary advantage. All the fighters of the island were called then, including my comrades. The two Dragons were slain at immense loss of life, and Shisoberin himself was wounded. He called a meeting of the warrior-princes, and they agreed that this must have been a curse from the Conductor, that they needed to flee the island and find a new home. They were to take wing as soon as their King healed.
"All was lost when four Dragons came upon the island at once. I needn't describe the carnage – you can see it on the island. The Archaeopteryx fought valiantly, but death was a matter of when, not if. I was soaring on high, watching it unfold from above the Dragon's reach, or at least from higher than they wished to go while so much prey swarmed below. I watched as Shisoberin slew one final beast. Then, another Dragon tore him apart in its jaws, and the sky turned black.