Wings of Fire: A New Regime (Book 3)

Chapter 16

Bermuda was standing in a barren grassy field, bordered by distant mountains jutting into a gray-purple sky.

She couldn't feel Aconi on her mind, nor the healing wounds that crossed her body.

She could feel the cold wind cutting into her, and the tickle of the long grass around her.

She just stood, being the only living being in apparently the whole world.

Ahead of her, there was an obelisk, surrounded by a tile mosaic, containing a variety of symbols.

Stone walls and arches surrounded it in a imprisoning or protecting manner, Bermuda couldn't really tell.

She walked towards it, and realized this was an epicenter of some sort. The wind was blowing all the grass towards the obelisk, and Bermuda saw that the clouds condensed into a single point in the sky, high above it. There were also lines in the dirt, of course leading into the center.

Bermuda crossed through the arches. There was plenty of evidence of life, if anything, old life. Crude pots and jars lay about, filled with dim spices and powder dyes. Tapestries were hung, depicting what seemed to be none other than Otdra.

Bermuda stepped down into the tile mosaic, and saw there were tiny rivers of glowing water crossing between cracks, pooling here and there. Some were red, others blue, one was many different colors. Bermuda traced the red one to an ancient looking symbol, which she found similar to the modern word "SkyWing". And as she looked around, she then found SeaWing, then RainWing, then the other Pyrrhian tribes, plus LeafWing, and one weird one called BeetleWing. BeetleWings were the ancestors of SilkWings and HiveWings, if Bermdua remembered correctly, which was not often.

The little rivers went on from their respective symbols, reaching up the obelisk and soaking into the porous stone that lined the bottom. Bermuda reached her talon up, and touched the surface of the stone.

In an instant, Bermuda was standing a top of a short tower, over looking the obelisk. Short dirt huts lined beaten down paths. Bermuda noted how the obelisk was made of perfectly cut stones and carvings, while the dragons who dwelled nearby living in tiny, crumbling homes.

Dragons of all different colors walked the paths, carrying crude baskets and speaking in a language Bermuda barely understood. There were many dragonets, and Bermuda noticed how dragons with similar characteristics were sticking together.

Otdra walked down the path from around the corner of a particularly large dirt hut, and as she walked, the dragons hushed and bowed their heads.

Bermuda looked over at the obelisk. There was another female dragon there, who was white as snow with electric blue stripes. She had serrated black spikes and bright orange freckles that crossed her body.

She was shockingly beautiful, even for such a early dragon. She held a glass sphere, that was blobbly and discolored.

Bermuda watched as Otdra crossed into the area around the obelisk, and the dragons from the micro-village followed and stood on the outside, underneath the elevated walk way that lined the ring. Nine dragons stepped from the crowd, all bearing traits of individual modern tribes, save the BeetleWing.

What am I watching?

The white dragon held out the glass ball, chanting a phrase. Otdra joined the chant, and then the other dragons that had stepped forward, followed by the rest of the dragons.

The water in the jugs that the nine dragons held started to glow, and then poured from their spouts. The liquids- which glowed in different colors- splashed across the tiles, and then ran rivers into the ground. In front of each of the nine, a symbol appeared.