light is known as a star and represents another set of worlds. We have enough problems of our own, so let’s not be worrying what other worlds are about.
Can we travel to these other worlds? Heather asked as she continued to stare at the wonders.
I know of no path, but the dragon race is not as curious as you humans who strive constantly for that which they have not yet found. In this, we differ. We are content to live in harmony with our own singular world.
Realising that perhaps she was overreacting at the wonders that beset her, Heather turned to look at the dazzling landscape of the mid-mountains of Madzren. Covered in an incredible white carpet, it was very cold and wet to the touch.
It is called ice and snow and covers most of the Darklands. Without the heat of the sun, there is nothing to provide this landscape with warmth, Queen Thimat explained to a baffled Heather.
Never have I felt so bitterly cold. A human would perish in these lands.
It is time to take flight, this snow is deep, even for a dragon’s body. Queen Thimat was keen to get moving. We will fly lower down in the mountains where the ice and snow is less prominent.
The vast lands at the foot of the mountains are surrounded partly by frozen oceans. Then beyond the dark Archaronian Ocean lays the Ice Cap, home of the monshaads.
All around the darkness invaded, the moon’s rays reflected from the pure whiteness of the snow and generated a yellowish haze of misty light. The bitter cold air infiltrated stabbing icy pains through the thick armour of the dragons’ bodies.
Heather closed her armoured scales tighter around her reptilian body. Peering up at the dark sky again, puzzling over the twinkling dots. Although she now understood them to be called stars, she still found them astounding. The skies in the Lightlands never boasted such a show of illumination.
No, we cannot leave the Wall, Heather suddenly remembered. We need to search for a part of the Wall that is curtained by yellow sulfurous gasses. It is there that the monshaad Emperor Morte-Bielz awaits our arrival.
Heather did not wish to disclose that Rikka had informed her of the meeting place.
I will not ask where you heard of such news child, but if he is making his voice heard on our side of the Wall, then his strength is truly growing.
Queen Thimat felt an uneasy shudder at the notion of meeting with such treacherous creatures as the monshaads.
There is no doubt of his reach, Queen. He’s even managed to communicate with the human King through his Mind Control powers.
Dark shadows unexpectedly emerged in front of the group of dragons. They found themselves confronted by the ghostly monshaad Lords. An unwelcome voice interrupted their thoughts.
I cannot greet those who should not be here . A malevolent Mindtalk penetrated all of their minds.
Dragons are not welcome in my lands. You are all prisoners, that is, until the Changeling decides to make an appearance. Only then will I negotiate your freedom.
Insolence! A male dragon Mindtalked to the Queen.
Silence, Ramdon, Queen Thimat warned in a closed communication. I wish these creatures to believe that they have overpowered us. Keep your thoughts to yourself. The Changeling is well protected. We must observe before we make our move.
As you wish my Queen.
Ramdon would risk no harm to the safety of the Changeling or his Queen. He fully understood that the monshaads were not of the material world and near impossible to destroy.
The Guardian Dragons stood solidly back to back within a large circle and settled themselves for a long wait. Meanwhile they silently observed the behaviour of their malevolent enemy, the monshaads. They would make no further movement until their Queen commanded that they battle or retreat, whichever she alone determined.
10 Marshland Magic
Leon arrived at the emerald green lagoon. Misty fogs swirled around over the centre of the deep waters. No creature
Can we travel to these other worlds? Heather asked as she continued to stare at the wonders.
I know of no path, but the dragon race is not as curious as you humans who strive constantly for that which they have not yet found. In this, we differ. We are content to live in harmony with our own singular world.
Realising that perhaps she was overreacting at the wonders that beset her, Heather turned to look at the dazzling landscape of the mid-mountains of Madzren. Covered in an incredible white carpet, it was very cold and wet to the touch.
It is called ice and snow and covers most of the Darklands. Without the heat of the sun, there is nothing to provide this landscape with warmth, Queen Thimat explained to a baffled Heather.
Never have I felt so bitterly cold. A human would perish in these lands.
It is time to take flight, this snow is deep, even for a dragon’s body. Queen Thimat was keen to get moving. We will fly lower down in the mountains where the ice and snow is less prominent.
The vast lands at the foot of the mountains are surrounded partly by frozen oceans. Then beyond the dark Archaronian Ocean lays the Ice Cap, home of the monshaads.
All around the darkness invaded, the moon’s rays reflected from the pure whiteness of the snow and generated a yellowish haze of misty light. The bitter cold air infiltrated stabbing icy pains through the thick armour of the dragons’ bodies.
Heather closed her armoured scales tighter around her reptilian body. Peering up at the dark sky again, puzzling over the twinkling dots. Although she now understood them to be called stars, she still found them astounding. The skies in the Lightlands never boasted such a show of illumination.
No, we cannot leave the Wall, Heather suddenly remembered. We need to search for a part of the Wall that is curtained by yellow sulfurous gasses. It is there that the monshaad Emperor Morte-Bielz awaits our arrival.
Heather did not wish to disclose that Rikka had informed her of the meeting place.
I will not ask where you heard of such news child, but if he is making his voice heard on our side of the Wall, then his strength is truly growing.
Queen Thimat felt an uneasy shudder at the notion of meeting with such treacherous creatures as the monshaads.
There is no doubt of his reach, Queen. He’s even managed to communicate with the human King through his Mind Control powers.
Dark shadows unexpectedly emerged in front of the group of dragons. They found themselves confronted by the ghostly monshaad Lords. An unwelcome voice interrupted their thoughts.
I cannot greet those who should not be here . A malevolent Mindtalk penetrated all of their minds.
Dragons are not welcome in my lands. You are all prisoners, that is, until the Changeling decides to make an appearance. Only then will I negotiate your freedom.
Insolence! A male dragon Mindtalked to the Queen.
Silence, Ramdon, Queen Thimat warned in a closed communication. I wish these creatures to believe that they have overpowered us. Keep your thoughts to yourself. The Changeling is well protected. We must observe before we make our move.
As you wish my Queen.
Ramdon would risk no harm to the safety of the Changeling or his Queen. He fully understood that the monshaads were not of the material world and near impossible to destroy.
The Guardian Dragons stood solidly back to back within a large circle and settled themselves for a long wait. Meanwhile they silently observed the behaviour of their malevolent enemy, the monshaads. They would make no further movement until their Queen commanded that they battle or retreat, whichever she alone determined.
10 Marshland Magic
Leon arrived at the emerald green lagoon. Misty fogs swirled around over the centre of the deep waters. No creature
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