What would you expect to be someone's final thought as they left this world? Would they ponder if they lead a good life, feel woe for the people they are leaving behind, wish that they made up for past mistakes, or maybe even they would feel the fear that comes with the mysterious phenomenon that is death. Not one of those thoughts made their way through the once mighty dragon Nighith's head as he laid on the ground broken, a man's steel boots firmly placed on his chest. All Nighith could think of was that this was a good fight, the best fight he had had in lifetimes. He had fought with all his might, burning the land around him and countless men and women along with it. He had fought for hours, or was it days, he could no longer tell. Waves upon waves of knights had set upon him, firing arrows into his hide or attempting to the foolish task of facing him up close with mere blades. But much like how snowflakes pile upon each other to form an avalanche the knights' numbers eventually overwhelmed Nighith. Now he laid upon the ground bested by the numbers of humans and the planning of one man, the one that stood upon his chest in victory. Daud, a knight that sought to right the wrongs of this world, was the one who bested Nighith and now the man seemed ready to finish his job. [color=00aeef]"This is for all the families you have torn asunder. For all the villages you have burned away from this world. For your monstrous greed. [b]AND FOR ALL OF MY BROTHER AND SISTERS IN ARMS THAT YOU SENT TO THEIR EARLY GRAVES![/b][/color] Daud bellowed as he raised his blade above his head. The knight then quickly and with out hesitation plunged his sword through both Nighith's chest and heart.

The scene began to fade for Nighith as Daud began to remove his sword, bringing the dragon's heart along with it. The sounds of knights cheering and crackling fires went silent, the smells of spilt blood and charred flesh washed away, and the sight of the beautiful night sky faded as the lights of Nighith's eyes were extinguished. But as one vision faded another came into view. A sea of white blinded Nighith for a moment, his eyes taking a moment to adjust and recognize that he was standing in a field of never ending snow colored roses. Nighith couldn't help but wonder, he walked the field for minutes, then hours, then days, then months, then time stopped to matter and all Nighith could do was merely ponder his own thoughts. The most frequent of which was about the place he was now confined to. If this was eternal damnation it was not what Nighith was expecting. He was expecting a world of fire and brimstone, full of the screams of the wicked and foul, a place of unrelenting pain and misery. Then again maybe this was fitting for him, he did spend the majority of his life turning the world of the living into such a land of fire and misery. It was during a time when Nighith was lost among these thoughts that he saw her. The woman dawning a dress that blended into the field of roses in which she stood. Her face was covered by her hands which were in turn covered by blood, something Nighith as quite familiar with. The woman wept softly, but her crying was the only sound in the whole world it seemed. Nighith approached her with suspicion, was she another soul cursed to wander this field, was she one of his past victims, all these questions raced through Nighith's head until the world went dark.

Nighith's eyes were open he was sure of it there shouldn't of been darkness, it took him a moment to realize his view was being obstructed by something. It was solid and cold, two things he had nearly forgotten about in the field of white. It was a large stone, more accurately it was many stones as Nighith was surrounded by them. From out side his little stone keeping Nighith could hear low voices, as if they were chanting, but there was another voice. It was masculine and full of pride. Who ever the man was he believed wholeheartedly in what he was saying, which was along the lines of [I]"From his breath came fires so intense they burned for decades!."[/I] Nighith pressed his hand against the stone that was directly above him, he was laid down as if at rest, but it removed to budge. He let out a slight sigh of annoyance before trying to use a bit more force, nothing. Finally Nighith let out a low growl and punched the stone with all his might, it cracked and quickly went sailing through the air landing somewhere with a loud crash. As he sat up, the dust from the stone settling on him, the voices that were chanting stopped. It took Nighith a moment to register what he was seeing. He had just broken himself out of a tomb of some sorts, it had markings that depicted a large dragon breathing fire upon a field of warriors carved into each of its sides. The room he had entered appeared to be in some sort of cave judging by the rock walls, though similar markings like the ones on the tomb decorated the walls along with torches that illuminated the cave. As for the occupants of the cave, the ones that were the source of the chanting, they were men and women of varying ages, from young children to the elderly, dressed in deep crimson robes. They all stared at Nighith in shocked silence, including the man who stood in front of the group closest to Nighith. [color=fff200]"Y-You..."[/color] The man stammered, revealing that he was the masculine voice from earlier. [color=fff200]"You a-are Nighith.[/color] The man managed to finish. 

Nighith narrowed his eyes as he stepped over the side of the tomb, he had yet to notice his bare human form but it would be little concern to him at the moment even if he did, as he walked towards the man. Nighith towered over the man, literally, as he peered down at him. [color=ed1c24]"How do you know this human?"[/color] Nighith said to the man, his cold voice dripping with venom. The man almost immediately fell to his knees in praise. [color=fff200]"OHH great one!"[/color] He exclaimed, the rest of the room's occupants soon fallowing suit. After his bewilderment and the man rose to his feet Nighith had him explain what exactly was going on. It turns out this was a cult that formed soon after Nighith's death to praise the dragon's might and strength. [color=fff200]"So great one you can see why your return is such a honor for us to witness."[/color] The man said with his head bowed. Nighith was about to nod when the corner of his eye caught glimpse of something. It was a throne that was clearly made of the bones of a large creature and lined with velvet. [color=ed1c24]"What is that?"[/color] Nighith asked in his cold voice, prompting a croak from the man, who had told Nighith that he was the high priest of the cult. [color=fff200]"That oh great one is the Rushing Jaw throne it is made of Nighith's-"[/color] Before he could finish Nighith had grabbed the high priest by the throat and effortlessly lifted the man into the air. [color=ed1c24]"You used my bones to make a chair?"[/color] Nighith said, his voice a growl that could shake grown men to their core. The high priest tried to respond but his voice only came out as a choked gag, Nighith already knew the answer. The dragon's eyes glowed a deeper red as he squeezed his grip around the priest's neck tighter. It as maybe a moment later until the grotesque wet pop filled the cave and the priest was dropped to the floor, lifeless and limp. Nighith turned to the other cultists, crimson blood dripping down his arm. They all looked upon him in a mixture of fear and awe. Nighith's eyes returned to their normal color as he looked over the group. [color=ed1c24]"Now... someone bring me a robe."[/color] He said simply. Nighith was back, he didn't know how or why, but he was back and he planned on making the most of it.