<span style="color: #0080FF">The ocean's currents brushed against the scales of the leviathan as it cut through the water with ease. Salazaar had been swimming for days now with no real destination in mind. At times he would dive deep down where only the smallest pinpricks of light could be seen, other times he would ghost the surface with his fins and spines. It was during one of these surfaces breaches that the giant sea monster reached an island, from from any other land masses. Bringing his great head to the surface, Salazaar blew a stream of mist from his nostrils, his eyes scanning the beaches and forested grounds. Slowly he slipped below the waves once more to circle the island, the flick of his leaf shaped tail the last that was seen of the beast.</span><br/><br/><br/><span style="color: #8080FF">Had anyone been on this stretch of land between what looked like a marsh and the forest they would have seen a peculiar sight. The trees appeared to have come to life with faces carved into their dark trunks and their branches waving around as though in conversation. The musky water of the marsh was bubbling like a witch's brew with different colours flashing through it from time to time. From a small piece of land in one of these ponds sat a dragon of dark coloring with a bright blue crest of spines on his head. This dragon was responsible for the surroundings; mesmerized by his own creation Illusio lost track of time and even where he was, too busy with altering the plains of reality to suit his moods and tastes.</span>