Starfania smiled at her dragon's curious nature, then he soon stopped at a wide open area. When the group got closer to where Atlas had stopped to take in what was before them. Starfania gave her dragon a pet on his neck, but as she turned to look at what was in front of her. It was an open area filled with different types of dragons roaming the place like its own kingdom. Her friends were also in wonder of this paradise for the dragon. When the group walked closer, the air was thick with the sound of mighty wings flapping deep below, resonating through the valley. The dragons soared through the sky in a mesmerizing dance, their scales catching the sunlight, shimmering like precious gems. Then, in an astonishing display of unity, they descended and formed a wide circle around something, their gaze filled with reverence.
As they landed down forming a circle around two other dragons that seemed to be in some kind of heated battle. One of them being Aeron dragon Drogo, who let out a massive roar while spreading his wings. Despite being intimidating, the dragon before him was magnificent. Its scale shimmered in a hypnotic shade of deep purple, which beautifully contrasted its chocolate brown eyes. With an immense wingspan of at least twenty feet and a body stretching fifteen feet in length, it exuded an undeniable air of dominance. Its leg bore an unusual feature–branch-like extensions that intertwined seamlessly with its muscular frame, making it appear almost like a guardian of nature itself. A long, graceful neck led to a sharp, curved jaw, its mouth lined with formidable teeth that gleamed ominously. When it exhaled, breathtaking blue-purple flames erupted from its maws, casting a surreal glow around it.
The dragon's horns arched like the elegant curves of ancient tree branches, adding to its regal appearance. Its movements were fluid, almost balletic, despite its formidable size. Starfania stood dumbfounded, staring in awe.
" What type of dragon is Drogo going against? " she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. Aeron's eyes were wide with astonishment. " I've seen one of those dragons or at least heard about it in one of our lectures, but they're some of the rarest to come across in Avalon. "
Violet clapped her hands together in excitement. " Seraphithorn is the dragon species' name. "
Atlas found himself drawn to the enigmatic dragon before him, unable to look away as he observed its unusual behavior and graceful movements. There was something undeniably captivating about this creature–something ancient, powerful, yet strangely familiar. Suddenly, Lyam interjected, his voice filled with reverence. " Behold, my partner, Lutu, the Seraphithorn Dragon–the cherished symbol of our great nation. "
" Wow, " Starfania said in awe, her eyes locked on the magnificent beast. " Lutu? That name sounds like it leapt out of an enchanting bedtime story! "
Lyam chuckled, but pivoted his attention back to Atlas. His eyes gleamed with intrigue as he studied the dragon. " I must admit Starfania, I have never seen a dragon quite like Atlas. Do you know his species? "
Starfania shook her head slowly, her expression thoughtful. "I'm not sure. Maybe he's a type of wyvern? But he seems different. His scales shimmer in hues I've never encountered before."
Atlas shifted slightly, almost as if he understood their conversation, and the dragon's sapphire eyes sparkled with an intelligent curiosity. Lyam took a step closer, his voice low. "There's a legend about dragons who can adapt to their surroundings. Perhaps Atlas is one of them, embodying traits from different breeds."
He leaned in, captivated. "Or maybe he's a rare find altogether, a unique bond between worlds."