A Moment Of Beauty.
The crystal blue spans as far as the eye can see from one horizon to the other. No clouds. No creatures. Wind washes over scales like water cascading over rocks hidden beneath its glassy sheen. Black the color of the darkest onyx lazily peers across the heavens. Large wings slowly move up before flashing down. Higher and higher the great wurm rises as the wing beats push it closer to the home of the deities. Solace draws the creature to this place. A carefree existence comes to the dragon as the large blinding sun bathes this portion of the world with its radiance.
Black scales glint with a hidden opalescence, a rainbow of colors unseen beneath the clouds in the gloomy realm below. Long ago, this world fell in a great conflict between the mortals and gods above. Very few on either side survived. And the resulting cataclysm pitched the world into darkness as unrelenting clouds shrouded the planet. Dragons remembered the past, the beauty of the land. Only here near the heavens do they find such a beauty again.
Pure white hair, long and full locks, waves in the air like the banner of a sailing barge. And the tresses follow as the giant lizard twists and turns in aerial stunts few could fathom. A joy like no other fills the breast of the flyer as a great shadow passes across the ashen clouds below.
Then the sound rips through the air, shattering the tranquility of the picturesque locale. Elation fills the roar as the wurm opens the large mouth that usually spews flames. Up here no roar of battle comes for none come. Up here lies freedom from troubles and toils.
More air rushes over the black streak as it tears through the atmosphere. Speeding faster than ever dared in the darkness, the warrior pushes towards an unknown destination. No armor or weapons or insignias adorn the soldier. Up here the battle-hardened creature bears its very core, its innocence, its naivet
It's only a matter of time before life returns to the freedom existence. The heart sinks as the winged one sighs. A final roar full of life signals the end of the temporary elation that served to reinvigorate the nigh-immortal dragon. Circling around and around in the slow downward spiral, black scans the bleakness. Danger lurks below. But not even danger can dim the vision of beauty seen this day.
The crystal blue spans as far as the eye can see from one horizon to the other. No clouds. No creatures. The last vestige of black scales slips within the cold womb of darkness and disappears.