I float in the air. Below me, stretches a mass forest. To the south, stretches the Lagoon. To the north, the forest continues, slowly thinning and turning into golden hills.
I stand in a familiar environment. Tall trees loom above me. The humid air weighs me down. I approach the door to a small hut, smaller than any of the buildings in Luna. I'm surprised that it's not toppled over yet. I open the small door.
I dangle from a ladder of rope. Faintly glowing walls rise up around me. The glow is only bright enough for me to barely see. The floor seems to glisten in the faint light.
I stand in a small circle. One of seven. Two of the other six look vaguely familiar, but I can't tell who they are.
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Stella Nova's Journey
FantasyA thousand years ago the last dragons died, but they left behind a prophecy. According to prophecy, the dragons' descendants will one day bring peace to the warring world.
