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Prologue

(Potential) TW for fire and burn(wounds)!
Also this is some months old so the writing might be a bit wonky at some parts, but i can't be bothered to rewrite it all

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•°It starts with fire°•

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The water beneath her and her four-winged dragon was calm, as was the atmosphere around them. And the massive horde of dragons following. They've been flying around for a while – searching for a good place to land and rest for a bit.

After freeing yet more dragons from now gone ships, she wanted nothing more than to rest and look at all wounds. However, the huge clouds above made it almost impossible to fly through them, so they had to stay closer to the water than she would've wanted.
And it looked like another snowstorm was soon starting, so they had to find some shelter fast.

Somewhere in their current area was a small island, with a really small village – barely 10 huts – that they could stay at and let the upcoming storm pass. She knew most of the people there, all were welcoming and open-minded without any reason or will to fight or participate in conflict.
And they were respectful of dragons, not worshipping them but also not seeing them as monsters. Rather, they were seen as equals and like another part of nature. A great place she and the newly freed dragons could rest at.
If she remembered correctly, it should only be a few more minutes until-
"Oh no.."

The smoke wasn't hard to see, as it formed a huge smoke-cloud, guessing where it came from was just as easy. She quickly gestured to her dragon to hurry up, the horde of dragons behind her and her winged friend followed suit.
As soon as they got closer, she saw just how much damage was done – the village was completely destroyed, everything was one fire despite it all being covered in snow. Some people screamed in pure agony.
She felt sick at the fact that she heard it so loudly, even from that distance.

She pointed at the village with her staff, some dragons understood fast and flew past her, straight into the raging flames and rising smoke, attempting to get the fire under some control. Soon, she and her dragon reached the village too, but the damage was done.
The smell of rotten flesh and wood hit her like a wall. Even her companion shook his head before landing in front of the remains of the now gone village – at a safe distance for him and his rider.

Unwillingly, her mind slowly went to her own village. To her own house just about a year ago, with her small baby inside, being carried away while her husband and child were inside the burning house...
She shook her head, focusing on the flames that were really in front of her currently. Some of the dragons landed behind or beside her, while others collectively worked together to control the fire.

The screams had long died down. There wasn't much sound aside from the burning wood, some planks falling into the cold snow, the many different wing-beats...
She was about to turn around, as there was nothing left that she could possibly do, but then she heard it. The crying – the screaming of a child, followed by faint footsteps.

She instinctively jumped off her dragon, about to run into the smoke to save at least one survivor. The child was faster than her – already appearing in her vision and running towards her, the only other human being that was still standing, still moving.