Any and all;

[Dracarys]

DRACARYS

I have never been nothing. I am the blood of a dragon.

Despite the bitter cold that first filled her bones when she came here, she did not mind it now. There was something comforting in the way it filled her, bringing her closer to the edge of knowing she was alive. With every breath it filled her lungs with what should have been a sharp burning sensation, but it only soothed her ever-chilling throat that held her icy breath.

The quietness of the frozen island brought a sense of serenity. It comforted her in a familiar way, a childhood memory. The once autumn forest she had only ever known, comes to her mind, before calling the hilly terrain of Loess home.

With the quietness and bitter cold, it collided together, clouding her mind with thoughts that should not happen. Dracarys shakes her head, tossing away all thoughts, and stares up into the open chilly night that looms above her. A thousand, no, a million, bright lights twinkle faintly in the distance. Her gaze stare blankly at the night sky as her thoughts drift off to simpler things.

In the distance, a deafening roar fills the peaceful land though. Her ears slam against her skull at its thunderous roar. Dracarys quickly looks in the direction it’s coming from, watching as the night sky is lit up even more with colors she recognizes. She inhales the air, quickly recognizing the mixed scent of Loess and dragon.

Grandfather? She thinks.

The smell of fire and ice mixing together fills her nostrils even further. Dracarys unfolds her dragon wings, jumping up into the air to investigate. Reaching elevation quickly, Dracarys continues to climb higher and higher. Her silver eyes watch the horizon, watching as the destruction and chaos unfold before her in the distance.

She watches as dragons fight each other, lightening and thunder roaring around them, animals and residents fleeing to the shoreline to escape the madness, and some staying to protect the home they love. For a moment, Dracarys wonders if this was like the war her parents had told her about as a foal. The madness of dragons, their destruction and chaos, from the hands of yet Loess again.

Is that all we are capable of? Dracarys begins to feel shameful. Shame for her family, for calling Loess her home, and being proud to be a dragon. If this to be part of her future, then would she become something like her grandfather? Destroying homes and tearing families apart?

Dracarys doesn’t know. She shakes her head, turning around, and leaves the destruction behind. Her only hope for knowing any of this was back home. Perhaps Lepis would have her answers.

Just having Dracarys witness all of this