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Dragon(s)layer
🐉 [Prologue] 🐉
Start with a Night Terror
"Dragons: Beings of scale, solitude and pride. Armored exteriors... velvet insides."
(*)
Do we seek faith in darker lands
Where fathers slay sons with eager hands
From the north should be a golden glow
To drive back the howling winds and snow
Might we pray to gods who are dead
And forget the precedents in our founders' stead
We are stone, faced with fire
Weakened by the west with every pyre
We have seen those beneath hills so steep
Forever stricken with the secrets they keep
Upon fallen shores do we thrive
Relying on treachery to survive
Do not mourn us and weep
For we are peaceful in eternal sleep
(*)
- Darkseep Tome, Verse of Stormwatch, Page 355
{Legend of Spyro Movie Soundtrack: Prelude to a Dream}
The first thing she felt was the sensation of falling, which was strange for a creature born with the ability to fly. Her wings would not open to save her life.
No matter how hard she tried, she could not get them to work. They were frozen over with ice that she could not see. Her eyes were veiled in a blanket of darkness that she could not feel. She was gripped by a sense of panic, and she didn't know where that emotion, or any of these crippling hindrances had come from. Twisting, looping, with lead in her guts.
Her legs were passing her hipline as she swirled from one end to the other, tumbling with such high velocity that each time she spun, the wind would whip her opposite half to fruition threatening to tear her spine in two.
Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh. End over end.
Ass over teakettle.
Her mother had said that once, when she had burned her claw on a hot-stone meant for cooking her dinner, and she had tumbled away across the kitchen floor. She was the only one in the village who needed to cook her meals to eat them. Those memories were chilling in the back of her mind even now.
She was beginning to wonder if she had hit the earth already and just hadn't felt it. But then, she understood that there was no nausea to go with her flipping and turning.
Not even a dragoness of her stature could withstand this much of a merry-go-round and not toss their cookies. And that was saying something, because her ego rarely let logic overtake her own hedonistic fat-headedness.
She was endlessly falling and wasn't physically being gripped by the sensation of it.
That had to mean it was a dream.
That actually makes a whole lotta' sense.
Suddenly, right as she began to fight against the wind tearing at the edges of her mouth, and she was beginning to make a big, toothy grin, the earth started to materialize below her. It was gray, and immense, and very, very real.
She cursed. She cursed so loudly that even the howl of the air vortex couldn't steal the word from her, and a very choice word at that.
Down and down she went, until, bathed in hellfire, casting a terrible glow through the night sky, the reptile's feet streamed behind her. She angled for the ground head-first, crying out in defiance as death lifted to claim her.
She was a fireball. Unceasing, and a bronze meteor penetrating the dusk heavens. She broke clouds. She broke the air itself, and then, she kissed the earth, and everything was lost in a deafening explosion, and a phantasmal sheet of pure white…
-Crash~!
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