[previous] [home] A misty picture formed in my mind of a brilliant blue dragon, with wings even larger than Linnea's, two horns reaching out of its forehead, a long, curved tail. You see Grafil - whom I met in my youth, my companion for many ages. We were as one, soaring above the cliffs and waters on our world. We have 3 hatchlings between us: Arenitha, Steinar, and Egil. Alas, while they were still in their youth, their sire Grafil was cut down. While standing together to defend our kin, an invading devil took us by surprise and fatally wounded my beloved. I gathered our kin together and sang the mourning song, while the light faded from Grafil's eyes. He passed with honor, and his brethren avenged him; the offending devil creature no longer breathes. I feel her pangs of sorrow, and move to nestle against Linnea, as if I could possibly comfort this regal creature of unfathomable power. After enjoying quiet communion awhile, she nudged me up and towards the cave entrance. Go, hatchling, and return in 3 days. I have duties I must attend to. "Where is your world? How far is it to travel to?" I asked eagerly. She pondered a moment, then answered My home is... and the sound she made was of a pleasant warm breeze with a hint of laughter. You may call it 'Voldenka'