dreameroftheblue

    A lifetime had passed since Galador's egg had once graced the earth, nearly a century and a half ago to the watchful golden eye of a female he barely remembered.    The green dragon-man had enjoyed a long fulfilling life, ruling the skies of his perfect territory: a mountainside overlooking a verdant valley with prey aplenty, a cold fresh river streaming through it from the mountaintop itself, and nary a soul to pass through or contest his claim to the land.    It had been a life as perfect as any dragon could ask for. But as time does, it began to weigh heavier on his bones, and the more recent cycles of seasons had borne a decrease