I am the Dark Flame Dragon, a beast of power and fury. My scales gleam black in the sunlight as embers rise from my nostrils. My brethren and I, majestic creatures of the sky, were at war with the humans.

For centuries, we had lived in harmony, sharing the resources of our world. But the humans grew greedy, hungry for more land, and began encroaching on our territories.

We had no choice but to protect our home. And so, with a roar that sent tremors through the earth, we declared war. But the humans, they were cunning. They summoned a beast known as the Behir.

The Behir, a serpent of electric energy and power, was a creature feared even by us dragons. Powers of lightning were its mastery. Its blue scales shimmered with static energy, its eyes glowing with destructive intent.

As the Behir emerged, the atmosphere charged with tension. We dragons, masters of the skies, found ourselves hesitating. But we had no time for fear.

Our human foes were rallying behind the Behir, their confidence bolstered. We could see their determination, their resolve to claim our lands, even at the expense of our existence.

The Behir charged at us, its lightning streaking across the sky. We retaliated, our fiery breath meeting the Behir's energy in a clash of light and heat.

The battle was fierce and relentless. With each clash, an explosion echoed, shaking the earth and splitting the heavens. Humans, dragons, and Behir, all locked in an unprecedented confrontation.

But we dragons are not easy prey. We dove and weaved, breathing out molten fury. My brethren fought valiantly, striking the Behir with claw and flame.

However, the Behir was formidable. With every strike, it retaliated, its electric fury scorching our scales. We were being pushed back, cornered by this formidable beast.

Never had I felt such fear. I saw my kin fall, their flames extinguished by the Behir's relentless onslaught. My heart ached, but I knew I had to stand strong.

Gathering my courage, I flew high above the battlefield. The Behir noticed my ascent and turned its gaze toward me. Its eyes gleamed with anticipation.

With a mighty roar, I plunged towards it, my flames roaring brighter than ever. The Behir, not expecting this direct assault, faltered, its electric aura wavering.

The confrontation was fierce. I found myself in a power struggle against the Behir. My flames clashed against its lightning, creating a maelstrom of energy.

My determination did not waver. I pushed and pushed, my flames gaining intensity. The Behir roared in fury, but its electric aura began to dull.

With one final blast, I managed to push back the Behir. It let out a screech, its body contorting in agony before collapsing. The seemingly invincible beast had been defeated.

The humans stared in disbelief as their mighty weapon lay defeated. They had underestimated the resolve of dragons, the strength that lies within our fiery hearts.

With the Behir defeated, the battle shifted in our favor. We launched our counterattack, driving the humans back. The war was not over, but a significant battle had been won.

That day, we dragons made a stand. A stand against the greed of humans, against their desire to take what was rightfully ours. They had summoned the Behir to destroy us, but we had emerged victorious.

From then on, the humans learned to respect our might. They acknowledged the power of dragons and ceased their aggression. The war ended, and we returned to the peace we once knew.

I, the Dark Flame Dragon, remember this battle. It serves as a reminder of our strength, of the importance of protecting our home and brethren. It reminds me of the day dragons and Behir clashed, and of our victory.

Now, we share our world once again with the humans. There's a tenuous peace, a delicate balance. Should they forget the lessons of the past, we are ready to remind them.

For we are dragons. Creatures of the skies, of fire and fury. We are not to be trifled with. And though we prefer peace, we will fight when necessary.

The memory of the Behir still lingers, a testament to the humans' audacity. But it also serves as a reminder of our strength, our courage, and our will to protect what is ours.

I am the Dark Flame Dragon, the one who defeated the Behir. I am a warrior, a protector, and a symbol of hope for all dragonkind. I am a reminder of our victory and a promise of our strength.