From time to time to time I find myself day dreaming of other worlds. This week I found myself following a dragon that was said to have fallen to earth much like a comet to earth. To a world at war, an earth divided.
He was given then name Starfall. His scales where a deep blue with aqua hughed tips that were said to come a flame if the light caught them just right. His personality was stern but caring. His love for the world and those who inhabit it incorruptible.
Peace reigned, wars ended, plagues and famine vanished from the land, but the hearts of men were fical. In an act of simple malice and spite, the death of the guardian came with out a fight, only tears.
In the end, man's desire to harness the power of the guardian lead to its soul being forged into an elaborate bulwark that was said would slay armies.
However none could weild such a sure willed soul. So ownership fell to the village where it was forged.As time passed the land became prosperous with travel and trade, sheilded by the forest that sprang up around the village.
Time passes but it seems man is doomed to repeat past mistakes. Surrounding areas grow jealous of the fortune of the small village. So, in the dead of night they came and reaped. The flames called up to the heavens in anguish, hurt, and powerlessness. The heavens answered, the sky's opened up and rain fell from a cloudless sky.
For a being that wants to give the world, seems to be doomed to loose everything he comes to love