ONE YEAR LATER

Queen Volcano strode into the room with the Animus dragons. It was finally time to start their army. 

Magma-who had controllable firescales- walked up to the cage with the most agreeable Animus. All of the dragons had memorized the spell they were supposed to work.

Magma snarled at the sandy-yellow dragon. "Magic." she ordered. "Now." 

The dragon let out a squeak-and suddenly a dragon appeared in front of the cage. It had holly-leaf-shaped wings and horns. It had fur instead of scales. It was orangy-red, fox-colored. It's ears were triangular. 

It was perfect. 

"All of you! MAGIC! NOW!" barked Magma. Three complied. More dragons appeared. The other four, Magma pressed her talons against and turned the heat of her scales up. They complied. 

After awhile, the Animi passed out. 

"Hmm." Murmured Volcano. "We will do more tomorrow." she announced. "You. Flare. Take these...things...to their own building." 

Flare snapped collars around the magically created dragon's necks, and led them away. 

"Council meeting. Now." Snapped Volcano.