I watched as the world split apart, my friends and home falling between the cracks. I felt the atmosphere burn away the oxygen in my lungs, and I felt the gravity cease to exist.
And then…
It was back together. The grass was green where once there was brown and white ash, the birds were singing where once they were screaming, and the children were crying instead of the whispered hush of mothers and fathers.
I didn't know if the dragons knew of us, The Human Race. The isolationist state that we were meant we did not interact with the Cheetahs, the Dragons, or the Atwala. We kept to ourselves. But I knew of the prophecy. I did not believe it. We had no magic, we had no ancestor gems. We had our science, our beliefs were unfounded. I knew that the purple dragon saved us, even if unintentionally.
I looked around my town. The buildings were re-made, my people had homes, the crops were ready to be harvested, my people wouldn't starve. My brother was dead, nothing had changed. He died in a Grublin raid months before the Destroyer. I had accepted it like any adult would. I saw all of this. I knew I would have to travel to the Dragon capital. They would need the help of someone like me.
Especially the purple dragon and this supposed Terror of the Skies. She would need a lot of help.
They would need a psychologist.
A.N: After playing Reignited, I felt the familiar emptiness that followed TLOS, I felt that this needed to be made. People seem to believe that everyone would eventually get over Cynders previous "employment", and this is going to be as realistic as possible, involving trauma and psychology.
A short chapter to begin with, but they will get longer as I get back into writing, and the action picks up. If you too are interested in this type of FFN, please review and let me know, so I can prioritise my schedules.