And so it starts. A slight tremor, a bit of wind, some rain…The younglings open their eyes slightly but close them back as soon as they do. Their broodmothers perked their ears up, trying to make sense of the magical energies that, for the first time in their memory, were slowly getting out of control. 

Everywhere around Therm, the Sae’senthe’ssisans were waking up.

[h3] [color=brown] CRACK! [/color] [/h3]

The earthquake suddenly grew in strength, shaking Therm to its core. Somewhere on Therm, in one of the massive cave systems the brown Sae’senthe’ssisans made their nest, a passage caves in. Hundreds of drakes come out running and one brown dragon shouts his words of power, breaking himself free of the debris. 

Others soon follow him through the hole he made. All running or flying away before the cave breaks in fully. A whole nest was about to be destroyed…more Kin lost.

[h3] [color=#FDFEFF] SWOOSH  [/color] [/h3] 

What started out as some small gusts of wind soon grew in strength by tenfold. Tornadoes were being formed above the jungles of Therm. The Greens and Yellows were getting restless. 

Storms were common in Therm’s jungles but freak storms, appearing out of nowhere and with this strength? Impossible. Thousand greens and yellows and mixes between them flew high up in the air. Trying to combat the storms with their magic. As one, they gathered their magic and uttered the words of power. A forgotten language to all but the Sae’senthe’ssis. 

“FIR FIE FUUUM!” “MUUUF EIF RIF” “IRF IEF UMFF”  the voices of thousands all combined shouted. The immense magical energies hit the tornadoes head on, just before they would combine and become too strong to handle. 

As their shouts hit the tornadoes, they slowly disperse and lose power. The massive trees they pulled from the ground, the grass and all other debris were now falling from the sky at incredible speeds. Making large holes in the ground, killing anything in their path. 

[h3] [color=#ff4e01] BUURRRN! [/color] [/h3] 

The only dragons that were remotely prepared for what was thrown at them were the Reds. As their volcanoes all but exploded with hot lava, spewing it everywhere in the area, the Reds prepared a massive fire shield spell over their main nest where they gathered all of their kin.

The lava came in, burning anything that stood in its path, as a flood and it hit the shield with a loud [b] BOOM [/b] only for it to be instantly absorbed in the shield. At a later date, a Red will consume the shield and fly deep in the ocean to release the heat inside it. Hoping that he’ll be fast enough to reach breathable air on the way back. 

The Red leader, Mythrandil stood tall just below the upper edge of the shield, surveying the lands. He was a bright Red dragon with scales that covered all his body parts with 4 legs and 2 massive wings. The most common type of Red but also the strongest which is what got him his current position between the Kin. 

He was looking all around, scanning the surrounding lands and looking at each volcano in part. They were stopping. The earthquake was gone as well. Lava still flew everywhere in small rivers. 

The shield would hold and keep everyone safe but what could’ve caused these anomalies? 

“[color=#ff4e01] KIN! Listen to me! Hold fast! Hold strong! It looks like whatever caused this is ending. I shall fly to the Queen. [/color]” his voice roared over the landscape. A bit of magic was infused in his voice to make it reach all Kin in the area. 

[h3] [color=yellow] ZAP [/color] [/h3]

Lightning crackled swiftly, followed straight away by loud [b] BOOM [/b] sounds. The storms gathered above the oceans of the Blues. The rain and the winds threatened to make the oceans overflow and drown the land. 

The Blues, maybe the only ones that were lucky, all swam deep underwater. They watched with interest the freak weather phenomena that seemed to plague their oceans. 

“[color=blue] Master Gul’vid, Master Vid’Gul. Do you know what is happening? We haven’t seen weather like this before. The ocean is restless. [/color]” said a youngling, barely 50 cycles old. 

Masters Gul’Vid and Vid’Gul, bent their heads down at the youngling and, one with a smile on his face while the other one with a scowl shook their heads. 

“[color=blue] We have not seen anything like this before. Our Queen will surely know. NO! She won’t know either! Yes, she will! She IS the Queen afterall. That is because she beat your weakass. We share the same ass Vid and I don’t remember you helping out too much. I was pissed at you for accepting her challenge in the first place. Yeah, sure. Anyways, we can both agree that her magic is without equal. She will know. [/color]” said and argued the dragons between each other.

The youngling was, like all other present, used to exchanges like this between the two masters; for Gul’Vid and Vid’Gul were in fact two different dragons sharing the body of [url=https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/f/ef964c83-56c2-4c08-b48d-0f5e5af17a4d/d2rd7ht-acd6908c-f51d-4a61-8547-9e0baf33b6f6.png/v1/fill/w_900,h_499,q_75,strp/two_headed_dragon_by_yxadrian.png?token=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJpc3MiOiJ1cm46YXBwOjdlMGQxODg5ODIyNjQzNzNhNWYwZDQxNWVhMGQyNmUwIiwic3ViIjoidXJuOmFwcDo3ZTBkMTg4OTgyMjY0MzczYTVmMGQ0MTVlYTBkMjZlMCIsImF1ZCI6WyJ1cm46c2VydmljZTppbWFnZS5vcGVyYXRpb25zIl0sIm9iaiI6W1t7InBhdGgiOiIvZi9lZjk2NGM4My01NmMyLTRjMDgtYjQ4ZC0wZjVlNWFmMTdhNGQvZDJyZDdodC1hY2Q2OTA4Yy1mNTFkLTRhNjEtODU0Ny05ZTBiYWYzM2I2ZjYucG5nIiwid2lkdGgiOiI8PTkwMCIsImhlaWdodCI6Ijw9NDk5In1dXX0.41JgFYAKA4iv5TROJTdBXSiKWn9_RlJ8FcnCYLaneuc] one [/url]. Two heads going into a single body with scales covering the body, very sharp nails and a very long tail. 

[center] Meanwhile…in the Queen’s Palace[/center] 

The Dragon Queen, [url=https://i.pinimg.com/originals/9d/70/ad/9d70ad894ebed23ab36fe358fb7a5387.png] Ashevelen [/url] by her name, was paying attention closely to what was happening around her palace. A massive building that was dug right into a floating mountain that was somewhere in the middle of Therm. From there, one would be able to see everything from every land and could reach them easily if needed. A strategy position if not one of comfort. 

Soon the vassals would come seeking an audience with the Queen. They will ask for an explanation of the events and they will receive interesting news. Kingdom changing news. Dangerous news. 

Moments later the 7 vassals flew in through the doors of the palace, ignoring the cries of alarm from the White guards.

[url=https://i.pinimg.com/originals/19/2c/dc/192cdc684daeae4334d1a374c0d0a080.jpg] Mythrandil [/url] of the Reds, Masters Gul’Vid and Vid’Gul of the Blues, [url=https://i.pinimg.com/originals/dc/db/d9/dcdbd9ec29b0299742c063012d350be4.jpg] B’rak [/url] of the Black, [url=https://wallpapercave.com/wp/Eq2XDmz.jpg] Wilhem [/url] of the Greens, [url=https://i.redd.it/95h091ld5ta51.jpg] G’Rak [/url] of the Browns, [url=https://i.pinimg.com/736x/63/95/e5/6395e50f01a444ae1c7045a70da60e5c.jpg] Flash [/url] of the Yellows and [url=https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/buddyfightfanon/images/1/1a/Holy_Dragon_of_Light%2C_Small_Dragon.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20150816170028] Erenkyla [/url] of the Orange, Violet and Indigoes.

Ashevelen stood up from her place on the top of a perch and flew down. Hitting the ground with a loud bang. She roared loudly and the vassals bowed their heads in fear. No matter who these dragons were between their Kin, Ashevelen was above them all. Either they respected her willingly or they wouldn’t have any choice. All chose her and they have given her parts of their heart.  The vassals were part of Ashevelen irreversibly and for them to show unannounced? Expected but unannounced? 

“[color=gold] Have you forgotten your places? Do you not remember who your QUEEN is? What is the meaning of this? [/color]” shouted Ashevelen. Her voice made all the other dragons cowl in fear. 

B’Rak stepped forward in front of the others as it was customary. 

“[color=black] With regret we have disturbed you, our Queen. We truly seek your forgiveness but if you haven’t noticed…we have lost Kin tonight. None of us are thinking straight at the moment. 

Each of our Kin have suffered from the freak weather events. Earthquakes, volcano eruptions, tornadoes, hurricanes. All at once and they all stopped almost as soon as they came but not before causing damage.

We seek your knowledge. If your great magic has given you an insight on this, please let us know. We need to calm our Kin. [/color]” his voice was placid for a Black but he knew better than to try anything on the Queen. She would anyway feel whenever one of them would lie via the connection of their hearts. 

Ashevelen looked at them, taking a second on each to look them in the eye. Considering how much they understood already on their own of what was happening and at the same time, showing them that she feels the loss of the Kin as much as they do.

“[color=gold] Apologies accepted in the light of these circumstances. It shall be the last time, next time I’ll have someone’s tail. 

Now, you ask what happened? I’ll tell you. A few hours ago the Whites, me included, felt strong magical energies erupting in the most northern point of this place of existence. Some of you might remember that is where we have arrived in this world in the first place. 

I can announce now, 100%, that the Rift that first brought my Grandfather here…has opened. [/color]” she said, allowing a few moments for the vassals to understand exactly what that meant. 

Mythrandil stepped forward almost instantly. 

“[color=red] My Queen. Allow my Kin to send scouts inside this Rift. Our Kin has grown tired of hunting the same prey all the time. The insects of this plane are easy to catch and don’t oppose us at all. We require a real challenge. [/color]” as soon as he’d stop talking, Flash interjected.

“[color=yellow] Is that so? Send your Kin in so that they can eat everything on the other side of the Rift and bring nothing back for us? We need more space to grow and hopefully find out if our ancestors still live. [/color]” 

As Flash finished talking, the others soon joined in. Each shouting their proposals on how to handle the Rift and who to go first in. Who gets the first spoils, where to go first and different other questions.

Ashevelen initially waited for them to stop talking but seeing as they kept going on and on, she roared once. Instantly stopping any conversation.

“[color=gold] Shut it all of you. We need someone with strong magic on the other side of the Rift and we need someone who can fight if needed.

Mythrandil, send 2 of your Kin to the Rift. They will be accompanied by one of my Kin. 

As for the others, prepare your own Kin. We might not be the only ones out there and we don’t know who can appear from the other side of the Rift. I am not saying to be afraid but safe. 

Flash and G’Rak, I’m putting you both in charge of the restoration efforts. Whatever you need, ask my Whites and they’ll find a way. 

Now. GO! It’s late already. [/color]”

Without further ado, all of the dragons left to their duties as given by the Queen. 


[center] At the Rift [/center] 

Gal’Gur and Finandir of the Reds approached the Rift with high speed. The feathers of Gal’Gur moving with the wind and making a whoosh sound as he beat his 8 wings. Beside him, Finandir was a furry dragon with dark red fur and only 2 wings.

As soon as they reached the Rift, they noticed a small White dragon, by the name of Snow, sitting on the ground in front of the Rift. Listening to the sounds of the Rift. Not that there were any. The Rift was exactly like the Bubbles of this plane for all purposes and intents. The only difference was that the Rift would send you in different planes of existence, if the stories were true, instead of random places in the world.

With a nod to each other, they threw themselves into the Rift. Snow started seeing different planes of existence, swamps, buildings and different other forms of fauna/relief. 

Eventually Snow chose one that seemed closer to home. 

[center] The Other Side - Uboras [/center] 

The three dragons came out of the Rift in a dry climate. Occasional trees around and mountains. Everything was normal sized which made the dragons look massive in comparison to their environment.

They flew high up in the air to survey the area around them. The two Reds taking point in front of the smaller White dragon.