Obscura's dreams were his own worst nightmare, for when he awoke, the beautiful thoughts that filled his sleeping mind became ghostly reminders of the fulfilled days he once enjoyed. The days of companionship, of belonging; the days when he didn't feel like he was the last of his kind. The days when he knew there were other pairs of great wings blotting out the sun in the sky. His dreams brought him comfort in his slumbers, and for this he cherished them. But in his waking hours, he loathed the fresh reminder of what his life had come to be. Why did his parents leave? Had they stayed, he wouldn't be alone. They were selfish; they had only lived a few thousand years, how boring could life be after a few thousand years? Dull enough to give up their only son? 

He paused. Disgusted by his disrespectful thoughts of his beloved late parents. This wasn't their fault. It wasn't any drake's fault. It was the humans. A wisp of multicolored flame slipped out from his mouth with a snarl. It was too early for such heavy thoughts to be clouding his mind, yet it seemed that more and more often he found himself filled with rage and despair. He felt so helpless, so useless, after so many years of searching for another. Had the humans truly killed off the rest of his species? Had his frozen, desloate kingdom really been the protection that kept him from the same fate? It was too early. Far too early.

The great black dragon rose from a melted dip in the icy floor of a vast cave, deep within a frozen range of mountains in the far north. This cave had been his home since he was a wyrmling, no larger than a stallion. He stepped out from the icy bed and stretched out his mass, wings fulled extended in all their brilliant splendour. The moonlight that reflected in from the entrance of the cave caught the membranes of his luminescent appendages and pulled out more of their dazzling shine. He was a proud specimen of the Boreal Draconic species. His wings were given to his bloodline from the great Aurora Borealis, queen of the northern skies, many, many millenia ago.

As he relaxed his muscles, he debated his plans for the night. Where would he search this time? Where could they be. The others?

There had to be others. 

He couldn't explain how he knew; perhaps it was some instinct or ancient magic that connected all dragons; but a part of him knew for certain that he wasn't the last of the great dragons. His heart beat lunged for another, though he did not know who, or where he might find this dragon. But he couldn't give up. What else could he do with his life? Solitude is worse than death; not solitude in itself, but solitude eternal. He would keep searching, until his weary bones kept him from the skies. Only then would he rest, and he would only rest until he had the energy to search again. 

Obscura took to the skies. Their perfect silence wrapped him in a familiar embrace as the chill of the north swaddled him with maternal winds. He felt at home in these barren lands, and though he wished he didn't need to, he left them far too often to travel across the globe in search of another. Each night he scowered the lands from the air, and each day he took on his human form and slithered through the cities of man, seeking the presence of another draconic soul. Once or twice he thought he was getting close, but the winds and time itself stole away the trails, leaving him again to start from scratch. 

There had to be others. Somewhere. And he would find them. He would find them.