Board Thread:World Map/@comment-24937485-20161129063822/@comment-24937485-20161201211224



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Soaring over the scarred landscape tainted by streams and pools of glowing lava, both you and your blue dragon mount would fly through the sky at high speeds. Winds roaring around your form as riding the dragon comes as natural as running to you. Actually, it feels like for the first time in your life you are truly free and where you should be as the rush of adrenaline strikes a certain snare of destiny within your soul.

In the distance, the gargantuan mountain dooms ever closer and as it does you can see massive beasts flying around it. Their roars reaching your ears even from miles away. The way that these creatures cried out however was far different from the shrieks of wyverns, these were more like those of Agnis and the Emerald Prince; majestic roars that packed the triumphant punch of a lion.

It was as if they greeted you from the distance, their thunderous bellowing calling for you to come home and dine at the table of ancient kings. Each time you heard it the welling of nostalgia would become greater as if something within you was replying to their calls. It was a mighty feeling, and to you it’d be like ten echoes of this exact moment drummed through your soul to further amplify the intensity of this moment.

It was then that one such voice erupted louder than all others, the roaring of Agnis that made the skies tremble in humility. And as you fly closer you’re able to distinguish that the many dragons flying around the mountain were of all colors. Their song, in draconic tongue, translating as followed;

All are united on this morning of man~ All are but one when the cradle rocks gentle~

Heart in a hearth born of merrier dreams~

Soaring in skies painted red blue green and black~

Our memories falter no, never~

Our memories falter no, never~

As one we will be till the next morning comes~

Then all will be lost but the truth of our bond.~

The first dragon that came out to greet them was colored a dark shade of blue, and about twice the size of Saphira who said, “That is my sister, Ezelea!”, before roaring happily as the two reconciled in mid-air before continuing to fly together. Every so often another dragon would join them, some gigantic whilst the smallest were about half Saphira’s size. Even green dragons, all of whom had shiny scales reminiscent of the Emerald Prince. And even black dragons, spawn of the black queen whom the caretaker had warned about. It was as if all dragons shared a common goal today.