After five entire days, the volcano had finally stopped erupting. Storm looked down at the newly formed dragon-shaped island. She quivered with fear and excitement. This was the very island that had been in her vision three years ago!
Though the island was beautiful in shape, with a cluster of little islands on the "tail" of the dragon, Storm could see the veins of magma still flowing down the sides of the mountain, peeking through cracks in the earth, bubbling ominously. In addition, there was no life on the island, not even a lone shrub or isolated tree.
Well, she thought, nobody else knows about this island yet. It's all mine! As soon as she thought this, though, she felt guilty, as CloudWings were trained to stay selfless and humble.
But it's still mine, at least for now! she reassured herself. And since it's mine, I will name it Pyrrhia.
Though she herself had no idea where that name had come from. It had seemingly sprung right from her imagination.
"I will wait," she said, just as another vision barreled through her thoughts, separating her from the rest of the world.
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The CloudWings
ФанфикшнWhen Pyrrhia was but a tiny volcanic island of a continent, there were already dragons living on it; well, above it. They were the CloudWings, who helped shape Pyrrhia to what it is today. How did the seven tribes of modern Pyrrhia originate, and...
