A new dragon home?
A few days back I flew far to the northwest, perhaps a call from the gods of the land or maybe my mate. [:)] The flight was long and I wondered about turning back before my wings gave up when I finally saw land slowly appearing in the distance. That sight gave me strength and I soon reached the shore of a new land. I flew around some more till my eyes caught sight of lush green grass and a large lake. I landed then laid on the soft grass near the clear water lake, it teamed with all kinds of fish, more then I had ever seen before. I enjoyed the fresh air and rested my head on my forepaws, I dozed off for a short time to wake up refreshed and ready to explore this new land.
With a few steps I was off, trouts swimming by the shore caught my eye and I dove after them making a quick meal of several of them. Refreshed and replenished, I turned my attention to the heights. The snow covered mountain reached so high their tops seems to blend with the sky. I flew up and up toward what seemed like a lower ridge of mountains, my wings straining with the effort. Catching an updraft of the warm mid afternoon air pushed me ever upward. I finally reached the top of a reddish ridge and the sight almost took my breath away.
Before me opened up an immense almost perfect oval caldara, the bottom was certainly larger then any city of Istaria, the land was flat but for a dome at the center, certainly the remnant of an old volcano. The sides were high and covered with numerous wide ridges. It only took my minds eye a fraction of a second to imagine how perfect this area would be for a new dragon community, a true dragon's home. Caves could be built all around the base for trade and commerce, trainers could fill many of them. I could see hundreds of dragons flying all over, living in and around the caldara, lairs opening on many of the ridges. My heart soared as I started to glide down, had I finally found after so many years of being homeless a home?
I almost cried I was so overjoyed but then my heart sank faster then it had soared, the vision of the perfect dragon home vanished in an instant. As I glided down a thick orange fog rose and covered the whole area, it was so thick I could barely see the edge of my wings. Oh how cruel were the faiths, to give me such a great hope just to crash it right back down. I cried, no this would never be a home, no flying creature could ever live in such an area.
Totally blinded by the choking fog that surrounded me, I knew I had to get out of there or surely die in this dead area. I was not sure where the ground was, was it close or far I could not tell, I flapped my wings hard trying gain altitude, turning to find the path I came from hoping I had enough strength in me to get back up. After what seems a very long time the air cleared out a bit and I was able to make out the edge of the caldara.
I quickly landed on the ridge to rest and clear my eyes and lungs. I did not or could not look back. I did not want to see what could have been again. I looked up to the clear sky and closed my eyes, then I did something I have very rarely done, I prayed to the gods to remove this horrible fog, maybe even givemy vision a chance to come true, mostly to finally give us a home.
Image, homeless dragoness, Timeless Guild
