Aldrich/Brand
Adept
A few days ago, I received a vision regarding quite a terrifying occurrence regarding the elders, the world dragon, and an ancient adversary from across the mists: an experience that shook even me to the core. I hope, with every fiber of my being, that others have experienced this vision. I'll describe it the best I can:
I awoke to a cold wind blowing inside my room. It felt like winter inside. The fire in my hearth appears long dead. I sigh, frustrated; I'd have to fix it. When I exhaled, I could see my breath. Unusual for this time of the year. Another wind hits me, and grabs hold of me. It pulled me outside and up into the air. I realize your spirit has been pulled from my body. Flying far, far to the west, I come upon a small continent. Many Wildkyn have made their home here.
The colors are very bleak here, maybe as a result of my being a spirit, maybe not. The Wildkyn are going about their business when suddenly it starts to snow. They are freaked out by this occurrence. The snow is pilling up fast, soon there is already a foot of it on the ground. It does not let up. There's a the sound of a large rip, as I'm pulled into the sky. Below me, the whole continent is covered in snow, it looks like a bleak wasteland now. I saw a portal open, it's very bright blue and huge. I could see a large group of mountains on the other side of the portal. Large amounts of undead poured through. These undead were strange though, their features are etched in ice. They didn't yield, or slow down. Like a swarm of locust they grew and grew, moving at an incredible speed.
Than something unexpected happened. The Phoenix appeared. Not an Avatar, the Phoenix's true form. He unleashed a barrage of fire. The undead quickly turned to ash. The fire was hurting them more than usual.
More undead poured through. The Phoenix kept burning them, but some were running past him. As they neared the village the Gryphon swooped down. Each swipe from a claw shattered the form of these creatures. The Gryphon landed and met the undead face on. Still more emerged from the portal. Overrunning even the two of them. I heard a horse galloping behind me as the Unicorn ran past, a white energy pulsing from the horn. In large flashes of white light, the undead crumbled.
The Sphinx landed and started walking around the portal. Inspecting it from both sides, and not involving itself in the fight.
It was very strange to see many of the Elders together like this. And then something stranger happened. The World Dragon appeared. It roared and the magic in the area stops, with it the undead's ability to even exist. Before me laid a bleak wasteland of corpses. Then one body started to pick itself up, then another. Until they were all doing so.
"It is as we feared. *muffled* has come. Dealing will not stop him this time." The World Dragons voice was so powerful, it was almost hard to listen.
The portal shakes, and through it came a huge white dragon.
It is during this time, the Satyr and the Shadow appeared from their hiding places. Both jumped at the dragon. The Satyr's swords stuck into the dragon, and the Shadow's strikes were quick. Although the moves seemed to have pierced his hide, the giant white dragon did not wince. He seemed to not even notice the attack.
He roared and locked eyes with the World Dragon. His wings flapped, the flap hitting everything like thunder. The Satyr and the Shadow were knocked far back from the white dragon.
The World Dragon disappears. I somehow understand that both dragons are bound by a deal, forged when the World Dragon recreated the world. This deal forced the World Dragon to retreat. The Dragon roared again, and the storm picked up even more. Even the other Elders couldn't resist his power. They were also forced to retreat.
My spirit snapped back to my body, and I was covered in a cold sweat, the dragon's name on the tip of your tongue.
I would rather not think that I alone am pitted against this creature of power equal to the world dragon, as I already have one arch nemesis.
(To clarify, this was Chris I.'s work of literacy, not my own: I only changed it to first person past tense.)
I awoke to a cold wind blowing inside my room. It felt like winter inside. The fire in my hearth appears long dead. I sigh, frustrated; I'd have to fix it. When I exhaled, I could see my breath. Unusual for this time of the year. Another wind hits me, and grabs hold of me. It pulled me outside and up into the air. I realize your spirit has been pulled from my body. Flying far, far to the west, I come upon a small continent. Many Wildkyn have made their home here.
The colors are very bleak here, maybe as a result of my being a spirit, maybe not. The Wildkyn are going about their business when suddenly it starts to snow. They are freaked out by this occurrence. The snow is pilling up fast, soon there is already a foot of it on the ground. It does not let up. There's a the sound of a large rip, as I'm pulled into the sky. Below me, the whole continent is covered in snow, it looks like a bleak wasteland now. I saw a portal open, it's very bright blue and huge. I could see a large group of mountains on the other side of the portal. Large amounts of undead poured through. These undead were strange though, their features are etched in ice. They didn't yield, or slow down. Like a swarm of locust they grew and grew, moving at an incredible speed.
Than something unexpected happened. The Phoenix appeared. Not an Avatar, the Phoenix's true form. He unleashed a barrage of fire. The undead quickly turned to ash. The fire was hurting them more than usual.
More undead poured through. The Phoenix kept burning them, but some were running past him. As they neared the village the Gryphon swooped down. Each swipe from a claw shattered the form of these creatures. The Gryphon landed and met the undead face on. Still more emerged from the portal. Overrunning even the two of them. I heard a horse galloping behind me as the Unicorn ran past, a white energy pulsing from the horn. In large flashes of white light, the undead crumbled.
The Sphinx landed and started walking around the portal. Inspecting it from both sides, and not involving itself in the fight.
It was very strange to see many of the Elders together like this. And then something stranger happened. The World Dragon appeared. It roared and the magic in the area stops, with it the undead's ability to even exist. Before me laid a bleak wasteland of corpses. Then one body started to pick itself up, then another. Until they were all doing so.
"It is as we feared. *muffled* has come. Dealing will not stop him this time." The World Dragons voice was so powerful, it was almost hard to listen.
The portal shakes, and through it came a huge white dragon.
It is during this time, the Satyr and the Shadow appeared from their hiding places. Both jumped at the dragon. The Satyr's swords stuck into the dragon, and the Shadow's strikes were quick. Although the moves seemed to have pierced his hide, the giant white dragon did not wince. He seemed to not even notice the attack.
He roared and locked eyes with the World Dragon. His wings flapped, the flap hitting everything like thunder. The Satyr and the Shadow were knocked far back from the white dragon.
The World Dragon disappears. I somehow understand that both dragons are bound by a deal, forged when the World Dragon recreated the world. This deal forced the World Dragon to retreat. The Dragon roared again, and the storm picked up even more. Even the other Elders couldn't resist his power. They were also forced to retreat.
My spirit snapped back to my body, and I was covered in a cold sweat, the dragon's name on the tip of your tongue.
I would rather not think that I alone am pitted against this creature of power equal to the world dragon, as I already have one arch nemesis.
(To clarify, this was Chris I.'s work of literacy, not my own: I only changed it to first person past tense.)