"Before there was anything there were dragons. They ruled over oblivion, a gaping void where nothing exists but everything lives."
The war had raged for decades. And in it's wake all that had been left was a broken expanse of a fire burnt wasteland...
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Dragons once lived here. They had once ruled the skies, the seas and the earth. A thousand years ago, that's all there was; The dragons and us. Until they came. Creatures from another world. They slaughtered all the dragons, extinguished their fires, and drained their powers. And as the last dragon fell, we were taken as slaves.
Even now I can still hear their shrieks, their bellows of agony sounding from every corner of the world. Sometimes, I wonder if I had done something, fought back, maybe today we would be free. But now the past can never be changed.
It is said that those born from Dragon's blood can never be caged. We were never meant to live this life, but now, in this tormented and broken world, where else can we go?
I still remember them soaring high in the sky, their great, leathery wings shadowing the ground beneath them. Their fire had been the brightest light in the sky, the ice they breathed could not be melted. Their calls had echoed off the mountains, echoing and echoing, causing the very earth to shudder, and when those creatures had come through that black swirling portal, I remember seeing the ground itself crack in response to the dragon's commands.
I can recall the world before it had been burnt: snow capped mountains, green plains with long grass blowing in the wing, making it ripple like a lake on a spring day. I can recall wildflower meadows bursting with colour, magnificent blooms opening in the golden early-morning sun, I can hear the songbird perched in the oak, singing to the sun and the moon.
I can hear the mice in among the dry grass, the grasshoppers chirping, the whir of wings, the buzz of bees finding their hives, laden with pollen. I can hear the frogs croaking at the side of their lake, the splash of the fish jumping through the air.
But there is nothing left now. Everything turned to dust and ash. No songbirds, no flowers, no rippling grass. Nothing. My world is now as silent as oblivion.
