Flashes of green.
Explosions and fire.
The screams of many.
A battle against a foe like no other,
The battered warrior-queen looked to the small winged male, emerald and ivory.
"Go," she said. Blood trickling down her mouth. "Find help--!"
Himself wounded but his strong heart reluctant.
He nodded and beat furious wings against the ash-filled air.
"Be better! Be better!" he repeated as the mantra carried him through valleys of death.
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The rocky, hilly area was empty - devoid of growth, wildlife and any humanity or other intelligent beings. It was only a landscape of beige, gray and brown rocks.
Suddenly, the silence was broken by the sound of an explosion, a whoosh of fire and then...screaming.
A whistling accompanied the yell as a large figure, covered in flame soared through the air to land crashing against a stony hillside.
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For a moment or two, the figure lie still, darkened and burning.
Until, with a groan, it rose up to its knees and then to its feet.
Blackstone stood burning. He sighed loudly and looked up as a large winged silhouette soared overhead.
"Damn dragon," he said to himself.
Still aflame, the horned warrior began walking away.
It was a considerable passage of time that Blackstone walked while covered in flames.
Eventually, the large warrior found his way to a large, beautiful serene lake. Trees and bushes surrounded the patch of paradise.
Without missing a step or hesitating at all, the burning man walked into the lake and allowed his flames to be extinguished.
From the waters, on the other side of the pristine body of blue, Blackstone exited and turned. He seemed to absorb the view, the silence and all that flowed and lived in the magnificent area.
Honey dripped from a massive hive not far away. Delicious fruit grew on trees.
The lake was rich with fish.
This was a good place.
The warrior sat.
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The sun set and rose three times.
It was days in this place where the fierce wanderer had settled for a time reveling in silence.
Behind him, there was a rustle - nearly lost within the life of the woods.
Blackstone's glowing eyes burned a bit brighter.
"You can come out, fae," he growled.
From the woods behind him hovered a small, green and white male with large wings. He was clad in a type of leafy armor that had clearly seen battle and recently at that.
He held a wound at his side and stood before the gargantuan warrior.
"H-how did you know?" the fairy said weakly.
"I have known your kind before. And your wings are noisy."
The green and white male faltered in his steps.
"My queen...needs your help..."
The fairy collapsed.
Blackstone exhaled. "Of course."