Thesan. He was Thesan. For the longest time that was the only word that echoed through his skull and he took it as his name. As a dragon he hadn’t lived long but he has lived a lot. Animals, man and nature had all burned under him. His wings were stronger than those of the others and he knew it. Then the clarion call echoed through his skull to go west and find his god. The blackened trail of smoke streaking across the elsewise clear desert sky made Ragnagedon easy to find. He was the promise of epic destruction. The promise of a fate fulfilled. Thesan hated and revered his creator.

Then she showed up. Dirka, goddess of magic. Her foul sorceries froze them all in space. While his wings could not free him, his mind was left to roam. With every passing of her he seethed. How dare some minor god taunt them in such a depraved way? In the presence of Ragnagedon, what else could he do but hate inside his own mind but that rage was now changing him. The essence of Ragnagedon was eating him whole and he let it. For when he opened his eyes again, the world looked very different. He looked very different.

Of the five dragons that had joined him with the god of fire, only he and another remained. Still frozen in the air, another was now approaching. The hydra god of weather. It did not stop Thesan’s seething. Nor did the cold, frozen breathe of some strange creatures he could barely see temper him. Then, as if fate would have it, the witch’s magic failed. In a burst of fire and smoke Thesan broke free and managed to see clearly what was trying to harm him. His own kin but changed and cold. They once proud black and red scales turned white as snow and their horns as blue as deep-frozen ice. [b]“Traitors!”[/b] Thesan exclaimed at their sight. His voice echoed against the mountains and it was answered by a hundred angry screeches which demanded Thesan’s attention. His own, true kin were coming to the battle. They were coming to him! Thesan spared no time as he began to chase around the frozen dragons. Breathing fire and trying to dig his claws in at any chance he’d get. His huge wings was constantly casting a shadow over them.

Lira’s business was elsewhere. Like her hateful brother she too had been seething when frozen in place. She too felt the pain of the cold breathe. But she had another goal in mind. The moment she broke free she had taken to the clouds where she had remained as her brother began to fight the ice dragons. She was stalking a different prey all together and when her brother had occupied its attention, she struck. From the from the white clouds it came. A beam of concentrated fire straight for Drakairos. With wings folded she came down. The fire around her and the smoke trail following her turned her into much of a meteor. One aimed square for the hydra god. [b]“Face me beast-god! Show me your strength!”[/b]