((I'm back for a little while. four days at least.))<br/><br/>The sky over Valarinth's opened to a bright light shining down. From it, a draconic form, masked by the color of the light, sank as though unable to fly. It crashed down beside the school face first, bleeding from a number of massive wounds along its side. The blood stained the its gleaming white scales. Settling in the dust, it laid painfully on one side and dug its head longingly into the dirt. It was much larger than the school and thus unable to seek aid. It could not call out for the lack of breath.