Draxxis perched on a tall rock overlooking the path to the Peak of Storms. He would come here frequently. On each full moon to be precise. Though the moon from the light was all but swallowed by the thick rolling clouds above, there was always enough to light the way. It was on these nights that Metaniono would awake from his cursed fate.

Draxxis watched with a patient gaze as the deep blue hatchling came into view far down the path. The ghosts there swarmed to meet him, and as always, they fell to his claws and primal spells. Movement from the corner of Draxx's eye drew his attention away for a moment. It was Elial the Hunger, come to do what he does every full moon.

Draxxis desperately wanted to free Metaniono from this curse. He had, many times, come to clear a path for the brave hatchling. Draxxis would cut down many ghosts, and then release his Lunus rage on the Hunter as soon as he showed himself. However, fate was a powerful thing, and each time Metaniono made it past his foes and neared the Peak, Elial would rise and shout something to the hatchling. Draxxis could never understand what was said. It was then, that Metaniono would stop, and turn to face the hunter. Determined to conquer the Peak, and all it's challenges, Metaniono would meet Elial in battle. The result was always the same. Metaniono was doomed to die, again and again, for all time.

Draxxis watched now, as Elial charged the hatchling with sword rasied. Metaniono waited patiently,tense and ready to pounce.Once close enough, Elial would swing downwards, and Metaniono would spring on him at the same moment. Once again, Metaniono died.

With his jaw clentched in determination, Draxxis thought to himself, "Soon Metaniono, you will be free. I swear it."