NIGHTTIME CAME FOR ALL THE LAND. MIRMAANIA WAS STILL IN MOURNING OVER HER LOST BELOVED. SHE CONTINUED TO SEE HIM IN THE SKIES. WONDERING IF HIS BRIGHT CLASH WOULD COME WITH THE SOFT ROARS OF THREATENING THUNDER. HOWEVER, NO FIERY LIGHTS WOULD SHINE FROM THE SKIES FROM THEN ON. ALL THE DRAGONS MOURNED IN HER LOSS. THE WARRIORS WERE HARD TO KILL AND THE LAST ONE THAT THEY THOUGHT WOULD DIE WAS THE FIRST OF THE WARRIORS TO GO. THERE WAS A LOT OF MOURNING BETWEEN THE ALPHAS AND WARRIOR DRAGONS. NO ONE EXPECTED HIS DEATH. THE ONE DRAGON WHO COULD CARRY ON IN THIS TIME WAS THE ONLY ONE THAT WOULD VISIT HER IN HER TIME OF NEED-IGNEELIUM. THE DRAGON OF FIRE HAD NO SUCH TIME TO MOURN AS HE HAD A SECRET TO KEEP, PROTECT AND SERVE- A CHILD. AS IGNEELIUM LANDED WITH A SMALL QUAKE ON THE GROUND, HIS SON, KROHAN, POKED HIS BABY BLUE EYES UP TO SEE IF IT WAS CLEAR FOR HIM TO WALK. KROHAN WAS SMALL IN COMPARISON TO THE DRAGONS, BUT NOT IN COMPARISON TO THE ANCIENT RACE HE CAME FROM. HIS BLUE EYES GAVE HIM AWAY AS NOT A TRUE BLOOD OF THE BLOOD ELVES, POOR HALFING. HE HAD NO NEED TO FEAR. HE JUMPED FROM HIS FATHER’S BACK AND RAN UP TO MIRMAANIA. SHE WATCHED AS THE BLOOD ELF CHILD WORKED HIS WAY UP THE RATHER SLICK SIDE OF HER TO CLIMB ONTO HER BACK. HIS VIBRANT ORANGE HAIR SHOULD SURELY BE NOTICED BY THE OTHER’S IF THEY EVEN EVER CARED TO LOOK OR TAKE WAGER THAT GRANDONIN WOULD EVER GET CLOSE TO IGNEELIUM TO PUNISH HIM FOR THE CRIME OF HAVING A DRAGONBOURNE. SHE WATCHED AS THE BARELY CLOTHED TWO-YEAR-OLD TRIED TO GRASP ONTO HER SCALES. FEELING HIS STARE, SHE LOOKED UP AT HIM. “WHAT HAVE YOU TO SAY TO A WIDOW?” SHE ASKED.

“I have nothing to state. I came to make sure that you weren’t withering away to nothing. Like watching him burn from here,” He spoke watching the flames of a massive fire in the distance.

“I would do no such thing,” she spoke her voice crackling from holding back tears. She watched the child continue in his endeavor up to her snout. He was doing well at making the progress.

“Krohan!” Roared Igneelium.

“Father?” He flinched. He lost his grip and slid down the sleek scales of the sky dragon. Igneelium motioned him to run to his tail. Krohan followed the order as if it were his mentioning of going home. He grabbed the tail and Igneelium sent the child flying onto his back. Mirmaania was not surprised that the child was acting in this manner, Igneelium always seemed like he would be a good father.

“IT WAS GOOD TO SEE YOU, DON’T MOURN FOR TOO LONG, I DON’T THINK ANYONE WOULD LIVE LONG IF YOU DID,” HE SPOKE. SHE LOOKED TO HIM, HE WAS CORRECT. HER MOURNING FOR LONG WOULD CAUSE THE SKY TO NEVER BE THE COLOR OF PASTEL BLUE EVER AGAIN. SHE CEASED HER PAIN SLOWLY FROM SPREADING INTO HER HEART FURTHER. SHE STOOD UP AND LOOKED AROUND, WITH HER FRIEND GONE SHE SMILED- HE KNEW JUST WHAT TO DO WHEN IT CAME TO DEATH-CONQUER THE PAIN. WITH THAT SHE LEFT THE ROCK THAT SHE WAS LAYING ON WHILE WATCHING HER BELOVED-BURN TO ASH.

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The morning brought unwelcome news to many of the dragons that were easily found. Many were killed off quickly, such as: Fainwake, the dragon of sloth sin; or the dragon of envy sin, Kaynnar. They were the first of many alphas to go. Warriors were less unfortunate because- they would try to fight back. However not many could as they forgot what it was like to stand with two feet. Grangorr, the dragon of earth learned this lesson when a sword was plunged into his chest because he tried running, with legs and hands. Those who escaped ran to warn others quickly. They weren’t fruitless in their efforts, not all dragons died that day.

Deep in the forest of the Mirr laid Sectarius, the dragon of the forest. She was a mud brown dragon covered in moss patches and lived in the Mirr as a protector of the specie that lived there. She woke up to the sound of arrows flying in the air. Quickly she arose to shaking.

“Sectarius! Come we haven’t the time to sleep! Please awake! We must go!” She heard she opened her eyes to a naked frost elf. A frost elf? In Mirr? Impossible! She stood up only to feel herself fall. She looked to her…hands? She knew this wasn’t good. She stumbled back to her feet and ran towards the frost elf. Sectarius wiped the leaves around them to make a covering of the entrance of the tunnel they were in.

“To who to I owe my life?” She spoke.

“Now is not the time to speak! We are in danger!” the elf whispered harshly. Sectarius knew who it was- Artik. The frost elf was once the great dragon of ice and frost. Everything that was cold could be only a result of her presence. They reached the end and they climbed out hearing the roar of the bandits looking for them.

“Artik, what has happened?” Sectarius spoke. Artik looked as puzzled as she did. Her blue skin as pale as snow, her eyes radiated like small, burning suns where her eyes belonged. She never realized that Artik was a frost elf, however-

“I have not a clue. Even Grandonin is puzzled upon our situation. I went to his aide last night however he could not fix me. He told me to help find more of us and save us from the dragon hunters. I came upon you first. We are all rapidly becoming our original races. Such as you, Orc,” she explained. Sectarius looked at her with a profound sense of unease, Orcs were never the easiest to trust since one false move and you were no longer blood kin. She understood what was happening.

“What are the Alphas to do about this?” She asked. Artik looked at her with the most serious face.

“Run to the mountains in the north, steal clothes to keep yourself warm and most importantly survive,” Artik answered in the most dooming of voices. She snapped her fingers and disappeared.

“What in the name of all things ungodly are going on?” Sectarius wondered aloud turning northeast and started to run.