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Strength - Wordcount 910 The heat was oppressive; the air heavy with humidity and the smell of damp earth and grass. Last night’s heavy rain had provided relief at the height of the dry season for the animals that lived in the savanna, but for the gathered dragons, it was one more obstacle to overcome. Even Arenig, arguably the most well-equipped due to his fiery nature, smooth scales, the ice that lay in heavy plates down his back, and the clouds that shrouded him, found th...

The Sparknest was alive, dark, craggy stone and small, trickling springs reflecting the radiant display lighting up the night sky. With some cracks and pops and the occasional shrill whistle, bright colors leaped into the air and bloomed like flowers, flashes that seared the eye and were gone as soon as they appeared, leaving thin, brimstone-smelling smoke in a haze that made the distant stars blurry, hard to see. Below, dragons gathered to witness the rainbow geysers. The first...

Apollyon’s eyes were locked to the skies even as the mountain breeze ruffled his feathers. His flames flickered and danced in it. He’d caught glimpses of the mercenary, Kovaithe, flying overhead a few times, and he was hoping that he’d spot her again today. This time he was ready. He was nearly certain she’d not spared him a second glance before, but this time he’d make sure she noticed him. He’d spent all morning preening, gathered up his best shinies,...