Stepping into the land of dragons Arthal gave a whistle, the sky was breathtaking he could have sworn the mountains in the distance of the palace turned in a dozens different colors. The sun setting behind them just so they lighting gave it an ominous or uplifting feel, depending on how you looked at it. Their were no mountains in Elf burrow and he had seen few before, yet here he could see these massive mound stretching up into the sky impressive as they were protective of the lands that stood behind them.

Arthal looked towards the palace, it was in ruins. Parts of it remained upright it looked as if it had been that way for many years now. Then he felt it, Heartless hordes of the little shadows rose up around them Arthal summoned his blades ready to defend the portal. "Well I didn't expect this much of a welcoming committee, guess they knew we were coming or they really like this place." The elf said, more and more forming rows upon rows yet none of them moved as if they waited for orders. He threw one of his blades at them, they didn't move simply dying to it more formed as if curiously looking at them.

They began to move away from them, they quickly left as a deafening roar filled the sky. Something that had long ago gone extinct on most worlds, something strong enough to give everyone and everything pause... A dragon. The beast roared echoed down from the mountain, the Heartless scatter like children caught stealing sweets. Arthal stared up as the beast flew swiftly between the mountains then disappeared behind a cloud in the distance. The Elf smiled, amazed such legendary creatures roamed the world still, he slowly headed towards the path leading towards the mountain. If dragons sacred the Heartless, follow the dragon.