Chapter Twenty

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Popping into the portal, Cielast landed snout first on the soft soil, her wings plummeting to the ground in front of her to block her fall. She sneezed, and slowly opened her eyes, tilting her head upwards.

At the edge of its existence was a large mountain chain circling the entire world, each mountain had a different color and shape, the colors range from a light sapphire to a deep ruby at odd intervals.

At the base of the mountains to the east sat a swamp, each tree's color ranges from an ashen grey to onyx, the water looked like a smudged smoke grey, the entire swamp appeared to produce its own darkness.

To the west sat a forest of opal trees that seem to shine with their own light to counterbalance the swamps darkness. Each tree's color changes when the perspective shifts, then to the south and north are plains with silvery grass that sway in opposite directions.

In the very center sat a large village, each building varied in size and shape but they were all an opaque white glass, the bases were all a frosted glass, each building housed a certain dragon's thoughts that they think of throughout their entire life. At the center of the village sits a building that's larger than the rest of building, with one word written on its front,

"History", inside said building is the thoughts and actions of every dragon that lived and died, according to Moongrace's memories.

She journeyed through the village, it appeared to be a ghost town with dead silence, a frigid breeze whisked past her. She concluded that this place was of Moongrace's memories of when she was in Gholis, different scenes appearing in the distance.

Her thoughts certainly weren't too pleasant, as many of the thoughts had Suntrap storming through the lands, crushing every living creature he passed by. The scenes looped around and around like a circle, as she gulped.

Trees began to magically sprout up from the ground around her each with a unique shade of purple tinting from their branches, magenta particles slowly tumbling from their leaves calmly.

Cielast was frightened – Was this really just a dimension of Moongrace's old memories? If it was, she felt sympathy for the dragon, they all seemed so terrible... Everything must have been horrid back when she was free, and it would be very understandable if she wanted to stay here, it seemed more peaceful than the outside world.

She crept slowly through the scenes, determined to find the dragon who'd be able to help her. She was Gholis' only hope, the only way it would be saved, and after that, she'd have to kill Azure once and for all.

She'd enjoy watching him slowly wither like a dying flower in the winter, watching his expression of pain as he died. She'd finally serve justice to those who needed it, avenging all those helpless dragons who died under his talons.

She smirked at the thought of it, but it quickly vanished when she thought of murdering another dragon. How could she be excited to kill another of her kin? That was all wrong, she shouldn't have ever been excited about it, even if it were her worst enemy.

She shook her head and snapped out of her thoughts, staring into the endless world. She sighed deeply, struggling to breath in the foggy air around her.

It was only then that she noticed a large shape in the distance, a greyish white dragon who was slouched over, almost as if it were dead. Her eyes fixed on the figure, as he squinted to get a better glance at it.

"Moongrace?" her voice echoed through the vast lands, and her wings crippled to her sides weakly. She waited for the dragon's response patiently, her tail swaying behind her.

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