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Great beast, o dragon of the roaring tide. Let there be nothing but flame outside. ----- A cave entrance forms out the tectonic fury of the world, a barrier of rock cracks and falls apart against a mountain. Trees were crushed into splinters, greenery turned into sod and mush. Nearly half a day of quakes happened before it passed. shaking the above and below. Something other than the earth stirs at the end, an aftershock taken a different image. Nothing happens for weeks. Life thrown into chaos in the surrounding area. A scarred landscape, broken vistas over a ruptured view. A storm rages, flooding it all. Washing away the remains of countless little creatures. It makes a bird fly high, higher than it normally would. Shelter was abundant, but the cracks let rain pour everywhere. Not enough trees to find that werenât taken. But the mountain had a cave, one that nothing else went toward. It should have been cold but even just outside it was warm. A pleasant gift, something welcoming as the rain fell away from the gaping maw. Yet it doesnât fly too far inside, the bird was no fool. Perhaps it should make a nest up here, away from all the devastation and cold. Then, just as the heat began to fade, a wave of warmth rippled out from deep inside the dark cavern. Like it had taken a breath. An aftershock followed the strange hot . A tiny crack opened up close by the bird, revealing an alluring glow coming from within. The avian came forward and looked to see what it was. There rests the dragon. Its wings were the ceiling, fossilised and coated in stalactites. Its legs were pillars that held up the mountain. Its blood was hotter than flame as it flows out from a fallen rockâs scratch. Its scales shimmered obsidian and black diamonds. Its head rested just above, fangs able to tear apart the earth just barely parted open. Surrounding it was a sea of gold, molten by the heat that radiated from the greatest beast. The riches of kingdoms sluggishly crashed against its immense bulk, the harsh radiance outshining the sun. It was a gilded lake. The dragon took another breath, a legion of embers fluttering out like a swarm of fireflies. A rush of warmth reaching throughout the whole cave, the entire mountain. The bird watched the dragon as it slowly stirred in its ancient sleep, shifting with the speed of continents against its molten bed. Each movement shaking the mountain again, until the day it woke up. Eventually, the bird quietly moved back to its resting place.
