Far North of the First Continent
The sound of dragon wings echoed across the icy plains as a golden dragon with crimson eyes descended gently onto the snow.
The moment it landed, its form began to shrink until it took the shape of a stunning young woman with blonde hair and red eyes.
"Been a while since I flew," Nathira muttered, activating a clothing rune that wrapped her in warm, thick garments.
She exhaled sharply, her breath turning into mist. 'Arthur...'
The draconic woman shook her head. 'No, think of something else.'
After waking in this new reality, after the world had abruptly gone black, the first thing she had done was search through her memories to ensure they were intact. But, just as she had expected, they weren't.
"I guess I'm getting old."
As much as she disliked admitting it, she was a Greater Dragon, one of the three children of the First Dragon, the original being blessed with energy.
And that was precisely why she had come here.
