<span style="font-weight: bold">Dork</span><br/>The majestic forms of the Council dominated the small glade. Any other kind of tree would have been dwarfed by their shapes, but the ancient trees surrounding the dragons reached for the skies like titans from ages past. â€œSo it has been decided.â€ golden Boraszas roared. Just like his scaled, his eyes shined in the dark. He was the youngest of the Council and the most eager to take the fight directly to the enemy. Over these past few hours you have heard him roar and shoot his flames into the sky several times while the other dragons tried to reason with him. â€œI am glad you see it our way now, old friend.â€ The solemn voice of Errefor reverbed. Whenever he spoke the other creatures in the glade silenced. His old mottled green scales rustled every time he moved. â€œWe will have her do it.â€ He continued. â€œBut she is only a child!â€ Both blue dragons exclaimed at the same time. Concern could be heard from Alexiasz, the Mother, when she exclaimed it. But in Ziogorâ€™s voice only the disdain over being passed by could be heard. Where the other dragons in the glade were giants, Ziogor was no larger than the remains of the ruins that surrounded the council, just a mere teenager compared to these giants of old. â€œI know your concerns, Alexiasz.â€ The elder Errefor spoke. â€œBut you know as well as I do that we need allies in our fight against the Earthbrood. Their forces are simply too strong for our dwindling numbers. And you, Ziogor, you should know better. You are a great warrior, but a diplomat, you are not. Now get me my granddaughter.â€<br/><br/>Ziogor bowed his head, the golden armor that covered his blue scales gave him an aura of superiority. Whenever he smiled his fangs would show, stretching the bright red scar that crossed his right eye. He was a ferocious dragon, but still he bowed with respect before the elder green dragon. And then he marched off, to the small square with the ruined statue of an angel where she was waiting. The one that could save them all.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">TP</span><br/>The fear of black dragons poisoned minds of many, they had taken the first step of destroying their homelands. Everyone knew that if they did not do something soon, they would not have their homes left for long. It would be a disasterous battle that would lead only to suffering and death and there was no diplomatic way to solve this anymore. They had defiled almost everything that the council and she stood for and it would not end just to them, if the dark army was to prevail - nobody would be safe. They would kill everyone until they had the world to themselves. But how would they ever get anyone to fight by their side? Was she enough good to convince the leaders of mankind to step into this. How would they believe that they were in danger too. There were many things to be solved. There she was standing, a beautiful green young dragon at the age of 15 human years. Long black hair, that reached her back. Those innocent golden eyes, that perceived the world piece by piece. Her voice full of warmth, that tickledears of some. Many adored her for being so keen to her duties. Posessing the powers of strong magic and speed, but lacking the physical strength to fight anyone in close range, yet those claws or fangs could cause fatal damage.<br/><br/>Her healing powers had recently grown a lot stronger and her potential to become a strong mature dragon wasn't too far away. She just needed a lot more time to develope herself and learn the dangers of the world. Raekshaan had been kept in the realms for all her age, so she didn't know exactly how the world worked. But gladly, her grandfather was there to educate her to be careful, not many people were worth of the trust.<br/><br/>Ziogor approached and she eyed him with a faint smile. "Has the council found a solution to this yet? Raekshaan asked.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Dork</span><br/>Ziogor just huffed, a blue flicker of flame escaping from his nostrils, clearly he was not impressed with their solution. Even though he was able to change into the form of a young man, he preferred his more dragon-like form, half way between what he would be become and what he used to be. â€œThey want to speak to you.â€<br/><br/>The smell of ozone filled the air with every word he spoke and she could feel the tingle of his cold breath brushing her skin. Slowly he made his way back to the Glade, walking between the gargantuan trees. The floor was littered with broken cobblestone and the remains of old elven statues. They no longer lived here, but still the dragons enjoyed the protection of their old runes. The struggles of ages past had left their scars, but nature had healed it. The sweet scent of blossoms hung in the air, wrapping Raekshaan in a warm blanket as she followed the Warden of the Council. Ziogor lead the way, leading them straight through the forest. He was careful to choose a path which mostly touched the soft moss, avoiding the delicate ruins. With every pondering step Ziogor took she could see his pride, but also the way his wings had been broken and mended from his many battles with the Black Flight and the Red Scourge; the leaders of the Earthbrood.<br/><br/>Finally he lead her through the arches where the Council awaited. Their large bodies rested upon pedestals, made in ages past in worship of what the elves thought were gods walking the earth. Now the elves were gone and the gods remained. Her grandfather, although he wasnâ€™t as large as majestic Boraszas was the largest presence in the group, towering over Alexiasz. Erreforâ€™s kind grey eyes fell upon her from his position, but where normally he was familiar with her, he now held his head up high, staring down upon her.<br/><br/>â€œDo you know what is expected from you child?â€ He asked, weariness in his crackling voice. The echo of his words hung in the air, between the trees and the ruins.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">TP</span><br/>"They wish to speak with me?" Raekshaan said while eyeing Ziogor as surprised as she was. It had to be something very important, since they did not summon just anyone in there - unless it was something big. "We should get going then" she said with a calm tone in her voice. Following Ziogor through the woods as he lead the way, she found peace in there. The scent of blooming flowers, fresh air and the sound of wind calmed her mind. Remembering what they were fighting for,all the blessed things that nature had to offer for them. Shelter, food.. families.. Then she thought about her father and how she missed him. What happened to him, she wondered. They did not hear a thing of him after the great battle andshe was afraid of her dad being killed. But she had strong will to believe that it wasn't true. How could such a powerful dragon be slain? It bothered her, but the forest made her thoughs drift elsewhere. Now was the time to see what they required her to do and concentrate on that. Their future was far more important than her personal feelings, tho it felt like a spike penetrating her heart.<br/><br/>They arrived to the council, she eyed Ziogor again and nodded. Slowly walking towards the council and when she reached enough close to everyone see her clearly, she bowed and said with calm tone in her voice "Council, you have summoned me".<br/><br/>Raekshaan eyed the council and felt a bit uneasy since something was definitely differently, how they looked at her and how they acted. Placing her hands behind her back and standing like a proud dragon warrior should have, she eyed Errefor and answered to his question "I do not know, but I am ready to do whatever the council wishes me to do. I am more than ready to aid my people in any way I can, my lord". Whatever they requested, it had to be done at the cost of anything.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Dork</span><br/>â€œOf course you have heard of our plight, child.â€ Alexiasz said. â€œYou have seen the smoke on the horizon, the dark shadows that have plagued us since that faithful day.â€ Gravitas in her voice. She moved with all the grace of someone who has mothered so many, her magnificent azure scales reflecting in the moonlight. â€œThe betrayal of the red flight has left us weakenedâ€ Boraszas interrupted her as he slowly moved down from the pedestal. His regal nature was clear from his bulk, he was a behemoth among dragons. â€œWe have our suspicions that the Earthbrood is ready to strike. More of their orcs and dark humans are gathering on our borders. It is only a matter of time before we will fall. Our light extinguished.â€ Sadness hung in the air as he spoke those words. â€œLittle one, your grandfather speaks highly of you. Of your intellect and your skills.â€ A faint smile could be seen on his face as he circled around her, nearly catching up to his magnificent long tail. â€œBut what we require of you, we cannot force you to do. You will be sent on a mission.â€<br/><br/>Errefor rose from the pedestal in turn, his bones creaking with age. â€œLittle green one,â€ the old pet name he had for his granddaughter made him sound longing, for better times. â€œWe want you to go into the human lands. There you will find the Tower Sorcerous in the great city of Eleonor. The Thirtheen Sorcerers rule there, powerful warlocks who have mastered some of our ancient magic. The humans know what threat the Earthbrood poses for them. And we need you to convince them to aid us in our battle.â€ He paused, looking at Alexiasz blue eyes. She continued in his stead. â€œYou will have to travel alone, into unknown territory. Will you perform this great task for us?â€