In the land of Licha there lies a cave. It is night, and the stars there are patterned much differently than the ones viewed from Earth. Thick forests cover most of the land; tall trees shrouded in an ever-present mist. A tall, rugged mountain looms above the sea of trees. A cave near the middle gives the colossus the appearance of an open mouth. Every night, as the sun bids farewell to the trees and sinks softly to sleep, blackness pours from this mouth. A dragon, black as obsidian with powerful wings, takes flight. Her name is Lyria, master of Licha. Her violet eyes glow with a thousand songs of sadness, but those close enough to see those eyes do not have long to consider them. Lyria moves through the sky silently, swimming among the stars. In her heart, she holds what is dear to her, and that is all that matters. 



But really? It's all in my head. Hey y'all, I'm LyriaTheDragon. Lyria is one of my characters and I write random things with her. I'm a sucker for fantasy but I'll take any genre. I'm just a normal human living life and somehow surviving high school. I love reading, writing, learning languages, contortion, and procrastinating. 



For any Pandas out there,  I'm Deutschland Mädchen, so y'all might know me from that. :)