Chapter XIX
The Dragon Lord
The Dragon stood high up on the mountain, Andreas and Nicholas astride its back, their blood racing as fast as a rapid river, as they stared out into the abyss below. Then with one fell swoop Ladon plunged into nothingness, stretching out its mighty wings so as to soar through the sky. Andreas looked both exhilarated and horrified, the rush of air propelling his frame backward, above him only blue, beneath him a distant green panorama. Nicholas had a smile of delight on his face. With looks of awe, they rode upon the dragon as their ancestors had once done, and laid out before them was Osgaroth. So this was what the Gods saw, when staring down from the heavens. The trees seemed more like tall reed like grasses blown in the wind. They flew towards the swamp, from such a height it appeared like a deep green fuming pond. The pyramid stood guard, a monolith from a different age. They could see the Planes of Dunne, known for how flat that land was. This was their world, a diverse expanse of the wild and the tamed; it had order and chaos, and was both fragile and strong, a world that was built to last and yet so nearly came to its end. So it was with great relief and hope for the future that they flew toward their lands. The following day, as night descended, beneath them, far off, were thousands of flickering lights they were finally approaching Dragon City and home.