The Flamecaller signals to her blacksmiths below. “We must continue the fight! More Smoke! More Heat! This Fire will live on another day, ladies and gentlemen.”
She expected the voice of passionate pride and joyous fury to meet her back as usual, but there was instead stunned silence. The goddess narrowed her eyes, wondering what down below had torn her dragons away from the attention of her booming voice.
“Alright, what’s got your talons in a... tangle...” Now she was the one to stand silent, mouth hanging slightly open as smoke poured from it in shock.
A... no, it couldn’t be, shouldn’t be, HAD to be, it stood down below her as her smiths surrounded them, chattering and whispering to themselves. The dragon laughed slightly, still young, but eyes full of the wisdom gained from song. Beside him stood others of his kind, looking nervous, but not a glint of hatred in their eyes.
“The other dragons were excited to meet me, wanted me to stay with them for quite a while, but I knew where I had to go. We’re back home.”
They hadn’t all died. THEY HADN’T ALL DIED! The Flamecaller roared louder than she likely ever had, even louder than the cry of grief she had done so, so many years ago. The modern dragons flinched in fear, but suddenly relaxed as they saw their deity donning a true smile.
“Well well well... looks like that Warden doesn’t have such a perfect record as he claims after all! Now, let me rephrase what I said before, children; “MORE SMOKE! MORE HEAT! MORE SONG! MORE CRIES OF VICTORY AND TREASURE! THE FIRST FIRE HAS REIGNITED!”
She expected the voice of passionate pride and joyous fury to meet her back as usual, but there was instead stunned silence. The goddess narrowed her eyes, wondering what down below had torn her dragons away from the attention of her booming voice.
“Alright, what’s got your talons in a... tangle...” Now she was the one to stand silent, mouth hanging slightly open as smoke poured from it in shock.
A... no, it couldn’t be, shouldn’t be, HAD to be, it stood down below her as her smiths surrounded them, chattering and whispering to themselves. The dragon laughed slightly, still young, but eyes full of the wisdom gained from song. Beside him stood others of his kind, looking nervous, but not a glint of hatred in their eyes.
“The other dragons were excited to meet me, wanted me to stay with them for quite a while, but I knew where I had to go. We’re back home.”
They hadn’t all died. THEY HADN’T ALL DIED! The Flamecaller roared louder than she likely ever had, even louder than the cry of grief she had done so, so many years ago. The modern dragons flinched in fear, but suddenly relaxed as they saw their deity donning a true smile.
“Well well well... looks like that Warden doesn’t have such a perfect record as he claims after all! Now, let me rephrase what I said before, children; “MORE SMOKE! MORE HEAT! MORE SONG! MORE CRIES OF VICTORY AND TREASURE! THE FIRST FIRE HAS REIGNITED!”
