The log dormitory of Mord’s which must have been built millennia’s before the village of Bloodmoon, it stood dilapidated, and crumbling the roof was in much need of repair and the walls could use a few patch jobs. The front door was practically hanging off its hinges and as Kella and I approached she raised her hand as if in greetings, and suddenly I found myself being engulfed by a very odd sensation something that I remembered from my childhood it was like being suffocated by a vast amount of essence hanging in the air for when I was a child I was very much the adventurer. I ran into this vast force and decided to follow it only to discover that it belonged to a peculiar dragon. A creature lost in time but this dragon was nearing its end and as I approached it spoke to me;
” Ah, young elf you give off the smell of Draconian blood. Come closer so I may look upon a rarity that the humans seem hell bent on destroying, for they fear all riders and Draconians since they lost the ability to control the essence.”
As I approached this majestic creature my world began to change I could feel everything around me breathe in and out in almost perfect synchronization with this dying behemoth. The dragon began to speak again;
“What is your name ye of the fallen elves?”
I replied simply and cautiously with my name and asked;
“What do you mean Draconian blood I thought that the Draconians fell with the ending of the Abyss war because the humans betrayed them to the portal?”
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