After the events of Fight Back, the dragons are gone, but what of those left behind?


“This world is lost…” The dragon’s words echoed in Karaza’s mind. She had been hiding near the gathering place, hoping for a chance to steal some of the dragons’ supplies before the great beasts flew away to their new home. She leaves the safety of the rocks now and sighs. “So much for getting some loot.” She looks around and notices a faint gleam. Karaza pounces on it and stares, breathless. “A dragon’s scale! Finally, a little luck!” She looks around now, and finds another wonder: a bridge of ice, showing absolutely no sign of melting despite the bright sunlight. She walks over to the bridge and marvels at the clear surface. “Unbelievable,” she touches the ice, it is completely dry. “And cold!” she cries, pulling her hand away. She wanders, holding the scale tight to her chest “So, they’re gone…” a flight of dark dragons passes over, their auras chilling the air. “Except for them.” She shudders as she remembers. The beasts flying over, spilling fire from their jaws, leaving nothing except ash and death. The cackling laugh of the demons, as they gather the few survivors and take them away. “Lost…” She stumbles, crying out as she nearly loses her grip on the blue-gray gem. Despite the brightness of the day, it was the only color she could see, everything else had lost color in her eyes, gray and black and hopeless since the dragons left. She stumbles again and lets herself fall in the shade of some bushes, sobbing uncontrollably. Then, suddenly, it was night.