By Glory and Luna
Prologue:
{“The first continent is of sight. The next continent is of memory. My voice is on the aurora. My breath is of all.”
“Sage, what is that scroll?” the young student asked.
“Our origins.”
“Sage, please keep reading,”the young dragonet asked again.
“My breath is of Sand and of sea, of storms and of forests, of reflection and of life, of venom and ice, of night and of day, of crystals and of metal. When the tribes collide, the shard of the last breath shall rise.”
“Sage, who wrote that?”
“The first one.”
“Sage, the first–”
Suddenly a storm erupted on the pedestal. A voice of all knowledge spoke several cryptic words. The scroll was lost.}
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