Origin Story

***Spoiler warning:** Future or/and present plot may appear in this article.*
The Origin Story is lore long before the Prequel, about how the regions came to be. The Origin Story covers multiple details on the Region's formation and the history of each region.

## Chapter 1: The Hatching

NOTE: Varia's are the ancestors of dragons, with much smaller wings used for balance and communication.

As the eggs slowly began to crack, the two varias busted out of the eggs and light shined in their eyes for the first time. The white and gold one saw the daylight shimmer in her eyes. Both of her parents were shocked; the brother and sister had bigger wings than usual, their wings were colorful. As they hatched, they noticed each other. The white one was named Nezona, and the black one was named Zazalod. They both looked in the sunlight, excited to explore the world together. Their nest was made of twigs, mud, and a few bits of fur, tucked into a small cave on the side of the mountain. The air is cool and crisp, and they can see a stream winding its way through the trees at the bottom. The sky is bright blue, dotted with a few fluffy clouds. Their parents, who were much bigger than them, seemed to be in awe of their new offspring. They couldn't believe that their children had much bigger wings. "I'm going to get some food. Watch on the children," The father said, taking off, flying into the distance. Nezona watched her father fly down to the stream below. The world was just so new and refreshing, she could stare for hours and not get tired. Zazalod flapped his wings in curiosity, copying Father. He looked up at Nezona and her golden scales. The wind ruffled his dark feathers as he waited for her to respond. Nezona was fascinated by the movement of the air around them. She leaned forward slightly, feeling the breeze brush against her face. Her tail flicked back and forth, enjoying the sensation. The wind was so different from the stillness of the egg. It made her feel alive and free. The warmth of the sun on her back and the cool breeze on her wings made Nezona feel like she could fly anywhere. She looked at Zazalod, her brother, and felt a connection with him. They had hatched from the same egg, and now they were experiencing this new world together. Nezona wanted to explore everything with him, to share their first adventures. But at the same time, she wanted to prove herself, to show that she could be strong and independent. The wind whispered in the trees, as her father soon came back, putting a fish down next to the two Varias. Varias would eat fish right after hatching. Nezona toyed around with the fish, trying to pat it to see if it responds. Zazalod eyed the fish hungrily, his stomach rumbling. He nudged Nezona, trying to get her attention. She looked up at him, realizing that he must be just as hungry as she was. Nezona bit into the fish, tearing off a piece. The taste of it was salty and fresh, filling her mouth with a satisfying sensation. She chewed slowly, savoring the flavor as she glanced over at Zazalod. He was already gobbling down the fish, seemingly not as polite as she was. She watched him for a moment before taking another bite herself. The fish disappeared quickly between her sharp teeth. The two Varias huddled together, content and full. They felt the warmth of the sun on their backs and the cool breeze in their wings. The world around them was filled with so much beauty and life. Nezona looked at Zazalod, her brother, and wondered what adventures they would have together. They could explore the forest, fly high up into the sky, or even visit the river below. The possibilities seemed endless. As the days turned into weeks, Nezona and Zazalod grew stronger and more confident in their abilities. Their wings stretched and strengthened, allowing them to fly higher and farther. They explored the vast forest around their nest, discovering hidden grottos and soaring above treetops. Their parents watched them with pride, occasionally teaching them new hunting techniques or sharing stories of their own youth.

## Chapter 2: Many Years Later...

Many years later, the two were adults now. They were flying over a particularly lush clearing, Nezona spotted something shiny in the grass below. Curious, she dove down towards it, only to find a small, polished stone. She picked it up, admiring its smooth surface and sparkling color. She felt a connection to this stone, as if it were meant to be hers. As she held it in her talons, she felt a sense of pride and accomplishment. Nezona looked up at Zazalod, her brother. He was a handsome dragon, his scales a deep shade of black and red, and his wings a magnificent sight to behold. They had grown close over the years, sharing many adventures and learning from each other. She wanted to share this special stone with him, to have a keepsake that they could treasure together. As they circled around the clearing, Nezona called out to Zazalod, "Hey, brother! Come see what I found!" He glanced over at her, his curious eyes sparkling with interest. "Really? What is it?" Zazalod questioned in excitement. She held out the stone, beaming with pride. "Look! Isn't it beautiful?" Zazalod landed gracefully beside her, examining the stone with interest. "It is beautiful," he agreed. "Where did you find it?" Nezona told him about how she had spotted it in the grass below, and he listened intently, his head cocked to the side. "It's lovely," he murmured, reaching out to touch it gently with his talon. As they continued to admire the stone, an idea began to form in Nezona's mind. She wanted to make something special out of it, something that they could keep and treasure forever. She looked at Zazalod and knew that he would understand. "Do you think we could use this stone to make a symbol of our bond?" she asked, her voice filled with hope. Zazalod considered her words for a moment before responding. "That's a wonderful idea, sister. We could break it in half and let both of us have each half to show that we will always be together." He looked at her with a serious expression, his eyes sparkling with determination. "I would be honored to help you create such a keepsake." Nezona felt a warmth spread through her chest at his words. "Thank you, brother. I have always felt so close to you, and I'm glad we can continue to share that bond as we grow older." They spent the rest of the day flying together, discussing ideas for their special keepsake. As the sun began to set, casting a warm glow over the forest, they returned to their nest, tired but content. "You know? I realized that we could make necklaces out of this stone!" Nezona said. She broke the shiny stone in half and tied string on both of them, making a necklace. She gave one of the necklaces to Zazalod and the other one to herself. "Here, brother. This is for you. It will always remind us of the day we found this stone and how close we are as siblings." She placed the necklace around his neck, careful not to hurt him. He looked at her gratefully and took the other necklace, putting it on as well. The stone that was once a shining green gem now seemed to be changing colors! The half that was on her neck had turned a bright yellow, while the half on his neck had become a vibrant red. They stared at each other in amazement. "I... I think we're part of a prophecy, Zazalod," Nezona whispered, her eyes wide with realization. "Our wings... They're so different. It must mean something important." She looked at him, waiting for him to respond. Zazalod's expression turned serious as well. "You're right, sister. Our wings are different. Perhaps it's a sign that we're meant for something greater. Maybe we're supposed to use our abilities to protect the forest and its inhabitants." He paused, looking at the necklaces around their necks. "These stones... They're a symbol of our connection, but they could also be a reminder of our responsibilities. As we grow older and stronger, we must use our gifts wisely." Nezona nodded in agreement, feeling a sense of purpose and determination welling up inside her. "Yes, brother. Together, we can make sure that our home remains safe and peaceful for all who dwell within it." They gazed into each other's eyes, their connection as strong as ever, and knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, they would face them together.

## Chapter 3: The Formation of the Regions

Several days passed, and Nezona is in her nest, drawing a map of the world and making boundaries. She then colored the boundaries in four colors; blue, grey, orange, and green. Zazalod walked up to Nezona and noticed the map she was trying to draw. "Isn't that the map of the world and it's biomes?" Zazalod questioned. "Yes, brother, I'm trying to make a map of the world and its different biomes. This is the mountain biome where we live. I think we should explore the other biomes someday, don't you?" Zazalod nodded in agreement. "That would be a great adventure, sister. We could discover new secrets, and bring back knowledge to help protect our home. And who knows, we might even make some new friends along the way!" Nezona smiled at the thought. "Well, here's the map. I've colored in the mountain biome in gray, and there is the ice biome, the volcano biome, and the forest biome." She glanced at Zazalod, waiting for his reply. Zazalod studied the map carefully, nodding in approval. "That's a good idea, Nezona. Here's something." He thought about each of the biomes becoming their own separate factions, and he smiled and said; "Maybe the biomes could become separate factions with rulers running each of the factions" Zazalod thought it would be awesome. Nezona's eyes lit up at the idea. "That's a wonderful thought, brother. It would be great if each faction could have its own leader. Perhaps we could even be their representatives. We could travel to each biome, learn about their culture and help them become stronger." She looked at him eagerly, excitement building up within her. Zazalod was taken aback by her enthusiasm and nodded in agreement. "Yes, sister, that sounds like a perfect idea. We could visit each biome, learn their ways, and share our knowledge with them. We could even help them with their problems, if they have any." He paused for a moment, a mischievous glint in his eye. "And who knows, we might even find others like us; Varias with larger wings. I've seen some of those rare Varias pretty recently." Nezona's heart skipped a beat at the thought of meeting other Varias with larger wings. "That would be incredible, brother. I've always wondered what it would be like to meet someone who was like us but different. We could learn so much from them." She paused for a moment, imagining the adventures they could share. "And think of all the knowledge they could teach us. It's almost too exciting to bear." Zazalod grinned at his sister, his own anticipation growing. "Yes, it would be amazing, Nezona. I can't wait to start this journey. We'll have to prepare ourselves first, though. We need to learn about each of the biomes and their unique challenges" Zazalod was excited to travel to all the different biomes and learn about them. "Let's start off with the Ice Biome, they're the closest to us" Nezona nodded in agreement. "Yes, let's begin with the Ice Biome. We should gather as much information as we can about them before we set out." She pulled out a scroll about the different biomes and began to read up on the Ice Biome, jotting down notes on its climate, terrain, flora, and fauna. As she read, she couldn't help but feel a thrill of anticipation building within her. Zazalod also read up on the Ice Biome, taking notes on everything he could about the frigid landscape. As he did so, he couldn't help but feel a sense of awe for the harsh beauty of the place. He imagined walking amongst the towering ice spires, the crisp air biting at his wings, and the glaciers glinting in the pale light of the distant sun. He shared some of his thoughts with Nezona, who nodded in agreement. As they continued to discuss their plan of action, the idea of the biomes becoming separate factions with their own leaders began to take shape. Nezona found herself becoming increasingly excited about the prospect of representing the Varias in each biome and helping them to grow stronger. She could picture herself traveling from one biome to another, learning about their unique customs and sharing her knowledge with them. Zazalod grinned at his sister's suggestion. "Dragons, huh? That's a fitting name for us. It shows just how powerful and unique we are." He paused for a moment, imagining himself leading a group of dragons through the various biomes. "And who knows? Maybe one day, we could even form our own faction within the biomes; a faction of dragons who work together to protect our kind and share our knowledge." "You know? I was thinking about a cool name for rare varias like us! From now on, rare varias will be now known as dragons. Sounds pretty cool right?" Nezona and Zazalod were both rare varias with larger wings than usual, so they called themselves dragons. Zazalod grinned at his sister's suggestion. "Dragons, huh? That's a fitting name for us. It shows just how powerful and unique we are." He paused for a moment, imagining himself leading a group of dragons through the various biomes. "And who knows? Maybe one day, we could even form our own faction within the biomes; a faction of dragons who work together to protect our kind and share our knowledge." Nezona glanced at Zazalod. "That faction would be the mountain faction. These factions will be called regions, and I have name ideas for each of the regions. The cold faction in the north will be the Ice Region because of how icy and cold it is there, the mountain faction that we live in will be called the Sky Region because of how tall the mountains go in the sky, the volcanic faction will be called the Volcano Region because of its volcanos, and the forest faction will be called the Shroom Region because of the diverse amount of mushroom species there." Nezona said. Zazalod nodded in agreement. "I like those names, sis. They really capture the essence of each biome." He paused for a moment, considering the idea of forming separate factions within the biomes. "It would be a huge responsibility, but I think we're up for the challenge. We could work together with other dragons, share knowledge, and help each other grow stronger."

## Chapter 4: Journey to the Tundras

The next day, Nezona and Zazalod decided it was time to explore the Icy Biome. As they prepared to leave, Nezona noticed a bird flying high above in the sky and had an idea. "Zazalod, do you think our larger wings would allow us to fly as well?" she asked her brother. Zazalod considered her question for a moment. "It's possible, sis. Our wings might not be as agile as a bird's, but they are larger. Why don't we test it out? We could try flying to the Icy Faction and see how it goes." He spread his wings wide, feeling the cold air rush against them. "On my mark, let's go!" Nezona took a deep breath and prepared herself for flight. She spread her wings wide, feeling the wind rush against them as she lifted off the ground. It was a bit awkward at first, but with a few powerful flaps, she was soaring through the air, leaving the familiar mountain air behind her. She glanced over at her brother, who was also attempting to fly. Zazalod let out a whoop of excitement as he too found himself soaring through the air. The wind rushed against his scales, and the sensation of flight filled him with a sense of freedom and power. He glanced over at Nezona, grinning from ear to ear. "This is amazing, sis! I can't believe we can fly!" Nezona laughed as she glided through the air beside her brother. "Yes, it is amazing! This could really speed up our travel time. Think of how quickly we could explore the other biomes now!" She looked down at the vast expanse of grey and white below them, the snow-covered peaks of the Mountain Biome stretching out in every direction. As they continued to fly over the Mountain Biome, Nezona and Zazalod began to spot the first hints of the Icy Biome in the distance. The air grew colder and crisper, and the snow-capped peaks below them were dusted with a layer of frost. They could also see a river winding its way through the landscape, its icy surface sparkling in the sunlight. The closer they got to the Icy Biome, the colder it became. Their breath frosted the air around them as they flew, and their wings ached from the effort of keeping themselves warm. Finally, after what seemed like hours of flying, they spotted the border between the Mountain and Icy Biomes: a line of towering, snow-capped peaks that rose higher than any they had seen before. "There it is, Zazalod," Nezona said, pointing at the towering peaks ahead. "The Icy Biome. I can't wait to see what it's like." She banked her wings, readying herself for the descent into the frigid air. Zazalod nodded in agreement, following his sister's lead and beginning his descent towards the Icy Biome. As they flew farther and farther, the cold air bit at their scales, making it difficult to breathe. Heat rushed to their wings, trying to keep them warm as they glided lower and lower. Finally, they reached the floor of the Icy Biome. The snow was several feet deep, and the wind howled across the frozen landscape. Nezona and Zazalod landed together, huddling close to each other for warmth. They looked around, taking in the desolate beauty of their surroundings. The Icy Biome stretched out before them, a vast expanse of white and blue. Snow-covered peaks rose into the clouds above, their icy slopes glinting in the sunlight. The air was crisp and cold, making their breath visible as they stood together. "This place is incredible," Nezona said, her breath fogging the air. "I can't believe my eyes!" Zazalod nodded in agreement. "Indeed it is, sis. I think we should find a city here and discuss our idea about making the Icy Biome its own faction. Maybe they can help us make it happen." He looked around, searching for any signs of civilization. "Over that way, perhaps?" he suggested, pointing towards a range of snow-capped peaks in the distance. Nezona followed her brother's gaze and nodded in agreement. "That does seem like a promising direction. Let's head that way and see what we can find." She spread her wings, lifting off the snow-covered ground and soaring through the frigid air. Zazalod followed close behind, catching up to her and matching her pace as they flew towards the distant peaks. After some time of flying, they finally spotted a city nestled in the foothills of the distant peaks. Its walls were made of gleaming ice, and towers of ice and snow rose above them, glinting in the sunlight. As they drew closer, they could see figures moving about within the city, going about their daily lives. As they approached the city, Nezona and Zazalod prepared themselves for the inevitable surprise and confusion that would greet them. They had much larger wings than Varias, and the idea of starting a new faction was still fresh in their minds. As they flew lower, the city's inhabitants began to notice them, pointing and exclaiming in surprise. Finally, they landed in the center of the city, causing an even greater confusion, as the citizens gathered around them, curious about their presence. There were a few dragons like Nezona and Zazalod who were not surprised. Nezona and Zazalod introduced themselves, explaining that they had come from the mountains with the intention of creating a new faction within the Icy Biome. They proposed that the city become the capital of this new faction, which they called the Ice Region, and that the first queen of the Ice Region be chosen from among the Varias who had lived here for generations. This, was the first Region to have ever been made.

## Chapter 5: The First Region

The news spread quickly among the Varias, causing a stir of excitement and anticipation. Many of them had long dreamed of having their own distinct identity within the Icy Biome, and the idea of a new faction being formed with their beloved home as its capital was more than they could have hoped for. They had never considered the possibility of having their own faction, let alone a queen. A group of leaders was quickly assembled, and they began to discuss the proposal. They were initially hesitant, as they had always been a part of the greater Icy Biome, but after hearing Nezona and Zazalod's passionate plea and seeing the support of the majority of the city, they agreed. The city's leaders gathered around Nezona and Zazalod. Eventually, they reached a consensus: they would support the creation of the Ice Region faction, and they would gladly accept Nezona and Zazalod's offer for one of their own, Queen Hilawena, to lead them into this new era. "From now on, this whole biome will become known as the Ice Region, known for its beauty and fishing. Your new queen from now on until she dies will become Queen Hilawena" Queen Hilawena was chosen from among the Varias, and she accepted the role gratefully, promising to lead the Ice Region with wisdom and strength. A grand ceremony was held to celebrate the creation of the new faction, with dragons from all over the Icy Biome gathering to witness the historic event. Nezona and Zazalod, along with their new allies, watched as Queen Hilawena was crowned and anointed with the ice and snow of the region, symbolizing her bond with the land and its dragons and Varias. As the ceremony came to a close, Nezona and Zazalod looked out over the city, proud of what they had accomplished. The Ice Region was now a reality, and it was only a matter of time before other dragons and varias began to recognize its strength and potential. They had laid the foundation for something truly special, and they could only hope that it would continue to grow and prosper for generations to come. The dragons and varias were celebrating the new queen, Queen Hilawena. With the creation of the Ice Region a success, Nezona and Zazalod decided it was time to head back to the mountains to start work on their next project. They had come up with an idea for a new faction, the Sky Region, which would focus on the dragons and their various allies who lived in the highest peaks and the frigid, windswept air. The two siblings felt confident that this new faction would thrive, just as the Ice Region had. "You know? The Sky Region might become an even better region, and I hope you lead it well, Nezona" Zazalod said. "Thank you, brother. I will do my best to make the Sky Region a shining beacon for all who call it home. And who knows? Maybe one day, we could make more regions." Nezona replied with a smile. With that, they took their leave, soaring back up into the sky and disappearing over the horizon, their wings beating strongly against the cold air. As they disappeared, the city's inhabitants looked up, waving goodbye to their new friends and founders of the Ice Region. They knew that they were leaving their mark on the world, and that the dragons and the Varias would never be the same again. And so, the story of Nezona, Zazalod, and Queen Hilawena continued, as they went forth to shape the destiny of not one, but two great factions. Their legends would be sung for generations to come, and the Ice Region would continue to grow and prosper, becoming a symbol of hope and unity in a world that was often harsh and unforgiving.

## Chapter 6: Forming the Sky Region

As time passed, Nezona and Zazalod were back in the Mountain Biome, their large wings flapping high up in the sky. Mountains passed below Nezona and Zazalod. This was the start of a new era, an era with factions. Nezona smiled at the thought that there would be legends about her and Zazalod. The wind was cold and biting, but Nezona and Zazalod didn't mind. They were on their way to the Mountain Biome, a place they had known for years and years. The Mountain Biome was their home, and it was here that they would begin the next chapter of their lives. As they flew, they could see the rugged peaks and snow-capped mountains below, stretching out as far as the eye could see. The air was crisp and clean, filled with the scent of pine trees and the sound of distant waterfalls. They had decided that their new faction, the Sky Region, would focus on the dragons and their various allies who lived in the highest peaks and the frigid, windswept air. Nezona and Zazalod had always felt a special connection to the mountains, and they were eager to share this connection with others. The Mountain Biome was breathtaking. The air was crisp and cool, and the mountains seemed to stretch on forever. As they flew closer, Nezona and Zazalod could see that the biome was teeming with life. Dragons of all shapes and sizes soared through the sky, their wings catching the wind and carrying them effortlessly. Varias, their loyal allies, scrambled up rocky outcroppings and hopped from ledge to ledge. The sound of their chatter filled the air as they went about their daily business. Nezona and Zazalod landed gracefully on a tall mountain peak, their massive wings folding in upon themselves like the petals of a flower. They looked out over the valleys before them, feeling a sense of pride and belonging wash over them. This was their home, and they were ready to make it into something truly spectacular. With a nod to one another, Nezona and Zazalod began to lay out their plans for the Sky Region. They knew that they wanted to create a faction that was strong, united, and focused on helping one another. They also knew that they wanted to establish trade routes with the other factions, so that they could share resources and knowledge. As they discussed their ideas, they could see the vision of their new home taking shape in their minds. "You know, I plan for four different regions to be in this world, and we've already made the Ice Region. We're going to make the Sky Region, the Volcano Region, and the Shroom Region." Nezona talked out her plans about the three future regions to Zazalod. Zazalod nodded in agreement, his wings flexing slightly in the breeze. "That sounds like a fine plan, Nezona. The Shroom Region could be an interesting one. Perhaps it could be full of lush forests and hidden glades, with the Varias living in harmony with the flora and fauna." "That sounds wonderful," Nezona agreed, "And the Volcano Region could be full of fiery mountains and lava flows, with the dragons living near the cooler peaks. The dragons and varias would find shelter in the steamy valleys, and we could even have some unique plant life growing there." Nezona and Zazalod decided to fly off and continue their journey to create the Sky Region. The wind rushed past them, their wings cutting through the air with powerful strokes. They were both finding a city to be the future capital of the Sky Region. They knew it needed to be a place where dragons and their allies could gather, trade, and socialize. As they searched, they took in the breathtaking scenery around them. Snow-capped peaks rose up to the heavens, and lush forests blanketed the lower slopes. Waterfalls tumbled down rocky cliffs, sending plumes of mist into the sky. After hours of flying through the mountains, Nezona and Zazalod finally spotted a city perched on a high cliff. It was a sprawling metropolis, its buildings carved from the very rock that surrounded it. Towers and spires reached up towards the heavens, their tips lost in the clouds. The air was alive with the sound of chatter and laughter as dragons and their various allies went about their daily business. "This must be the city we've been looking for, Zazalod," Nezona said, her voice full of wonder as she gazed at the city below. The city was unlike anything they had ever seen before, with its buildings carved directly from the hills that surronded the city. "It is magnificent!" she exclaimed, her wings beating the air in excitement. Zazalod let out a low growl of agreement, his wings spreading wide to catch the breeze. "Indeed, this place is a marvel. It is the perfect spot for our capital city." He circled the city once, taking in the sight of its towering spires and winding streets. "Shall we land and make our presence known?" "Yes, let us land and introduce ourselves to the city's leaders," Nezona replied, beginning to descend towards the city. As they neared the ground, they could see that the city was teeming with life. Dragons were walking the streets, their scales shining in the sunlight. Merchants called out to them, offering wares from faraway lands, while dragonets played games and laughed. As they touched down on the wide plaza that served as the city's central gathering place, the other dragons and inhabitants paused to watch them. Nezona and Zazalod exchanged a nod, then stepped forward to address the crowd. "Dragons of the city," Nezona began, her voice ringing out clear and confident. "We are Nezona and Zazalod, and we have come to you today with a great proposal. We believe that this city, built upon the sky itself, should be the capital city of a faction called the Sky Region, which is a faction that covers the whole mountains. We have seen your city and found it to be a shining example of what can be achieved when we work together. We believe that this city could serve as the heart of the Sky Region, a place where dragons of all kinds can come together to share knowledge, trade goods, and strengthen bonds. We ask that you join us in founding this new faction, and making this city the capital of the Sky Region." The city leaders, a group of powerful dragons, nodded in agreement as Nezona spoke. They exchanged glances, clearly impressed by her words and the plan she presented. One of them stepped forward, its wings spread wide, and addressed the crowd. "It is an honor to have such wise and powerful dragons such as yourselves seek our city as the heart of your new faction. We accept your proposal with open hearts, and welcome you both into our fold." Nezona bowed her head respectfully to the city leaders. "Thank you for your gracious welcome and acceptance of our proposal. I assure you that we will do everything in our power to make the Sky Region a force to be reckoned with. I'm going to be the queen of the Sky Region. In the meantime, I must ask for your permission to leave for a while, as I have plans to explore the Volcano Biome and Forest Biome, and establish two new factions there. I hope to return soon with news of their success." The city leaders exchanged glances again, their expressions thoughtful. Finally, the leader who had spoken before nodded. "Your expedition is approved. We wish you luck on your journey, and look forward to hearing of your success upon your return. Until then, we will prepare for the founding of the Sky Region, and ensure that your absence is felt as little as possible." Nezona and Zazalod exchanged glances, satisfied with the response from the city leaders. With a nod, they turned away from the city and began their journey towards the volcanoes. As they flew over the landscape, they marveled at the diversity of terrain: rolling hills dotted with trees, rivers winding through the countryside, and towering mountains in the distance. The air grew warmer as they approached the volcanoes, and the scenery shifted to reveal a landscape dominated by jagged peaks and ominous plumes of smoke.

## Chapter 7: Region of Ash and Cinders

After several days of flying, they found a city. The ground was covered in thick, black ash, and steaming vents dotted the landscape. The air was hot and sulfurous, and the roar of distant eruptions echoed through the mountains. Despite the inhospitable appearance, they could see signs of life: dragons had made their homes in the crevices of the volcanoes, and had adapted to the harsh environment. Nezona looked at Zazalod, her eyes gleaming with determination. "This place is perfect for our new region. The dragons here are strong and resilient, and have adapted to survive in this harsh environment. They will make excellent allies." Nezona said. Zazalod nodded in agreement. "Yes, they certainly have. It will be interesting to see how they manage their resources and maintain their society in such a harsh environment. I believe that with our help and guidance, they could become even more successful." As they approached the city, they could see dragons of all shapes and sizes going about their daily lives: mining for precious metals and gemstones in the volcanic veins, trading goods at makeshift markets, and tending to their young. The air was thick with the smell of sulfur and the roar of distant eruptions. The landscape was dominated by towering volcanoes, their slopes covered in ash and their summits billowing clouds of smoke. They made their way to the center of the city, where a group of dragons sat on a raised platform, overseeing the daily activities of the citizens. As Nezona and Zazalod approached, the dragons looked up, their eyes narrowing in curiosity. One of them, larger and more regal-looking than the rest, stepped forward. "Strangers, you are not welcome here. This is our home, and we do not need your help or guidance." Nezona bowed respectfully to the regal-looking dragon. "We meant no disrespect. We have come to discuss our vision for a new region, the Volcano Region, a faction that covers the whole Volcano Biome, and to offer our assistance in helping your dragons prosper." She paused, looking the dragon in the eye. "We believe that by working together, we can create a thriving community that will be a force to be reckoned with." The regal-looking dragon considered Nezona's words carefully. After a moment, he turned to address the other city leaders, who had gathered around them. "What do you think, brothers and sisters? These outsiders speak of creating a new faction that would encompass our entire domain. They offer their assistance in making our lives better. Do we trust them?" The other city leaders exchanged glances, their expressions a mix of skepticism and curiosity. One of them, a wise-looking female with scales of deep red, stepped forward. "I believe that we should at least hear them out, Your Majesty. They have come a long way to speak with us, and their intentions are clear. If we can find a way to work together, we may all benefit." Zazalod nodded in agreement with the red-scaled female. "Indeed, we have come far to speak with you, and our intentions are clear. We wish to create a region that will be a safe haven for dragons of all types, where we can share resources and knowledge, and work together to overcome the challenges that this harsh environment presents." The other city leaders murmured among themselves, their expressions thoughtful. After a moment, the regal-looking dragon turned back to Nezona and Zazalod. "Very well," he said. "You may present your vision for this new region. But know that we will not make a decision lightly. We must be sure that our interests are protected, and that this alliance benefits us all." Zazalod bowed respectfully to the regal-looking dragon. "Thank you for your time, I understand your caution, and I assure you that our intentions are pure. We believe that the Volcano Region can be a place of great prosperity and growth, where dragons of all kinds can live together in harmony and work towards a brighter future. As for how we intend to achieve this, I have several ideas. Firstly, we must work together to establish trade routes and foster cooperation between the various dragon cities. This will allow us to share resources and knowledge, making us all stronger. Secondly, we must protect our borders and ensure that our citizens are safe from outside threats. And finally, we must focus on sustainability. By working together, we can ensure that our environment is healthy and that our resources are managed responsibly. And could I be crowned king please?" The regal-looking dragon listened carefully to Zazalod's proposals. He seemed impressed by the ideas presented, but he was still cautious. "Very well, Zazalod. You have presented a compelling vision for the Volcano Region. However, before we make a decision, I must ask you this: What specific role do you see yourself playing in this new region? And what makes you the best suited to lead it?" Zazalod's eyes gleamed with determination as he addressed the regal-looking dragon and the other city leaders. "As for my role in this new region, I see myself as a leader who listens to the concerns and ideas of all dragons, regardless of their individual status or background. I believe that true strength comes from unity and diversity. And as for why I am the best suited to lead this region, I have a unique perspective gained from my experiences living among the other biomes. I have seen what works and what doesn't, and I am confident that my ideas will bring prosperity and stability to the Volcano Region." The regal-looking dragon considered Zazalod's words carefully. He nodded thoughtfully. "Your words are persuasive, Zazalod. You have certainly made a compelling case for your leadership. However, we must also consider the opinions of the other city leaders and the dragons they represent. We will need time to discuss this among ourselves. Please, make yourselves comfortable while we deliberate." Zazalod bowed respectfully to the regal-looking dragon and the other city leaders. "Thank you for hearing me out. I understand that this is a difficult decision, and I am willing to answer any questions you may have. In the meantime, I will be gone for a while in another biome. I will return soon." As the other city leaders continued their discussion, Zazalod turned to Nezona. "Shall we, Nezona? There's much work to be done in the Forest Biome if we're to establish the Shroom Region." "Yes, of course," Nezona replied. "Let's go and see what we can achieve together." She spread her wings and took flight, gliding gracefully through the air towards the Forest Biome.

## Chapter 8: Through the Trees

As Zazalod and Nezona soared through the sky, they could see the lush green forests of the Forest Biome stretching out before them. It was a lush and vibrant realm filled with towering trees, rushing rivers, and an abundance of plant life. The ground was soft and spongy from the thick layer of fallen leaves. The air was fresh and clean, filled with the scent of forest and the songs of countless birds. As they drew closer, they began to spot small dragon settlements nestled among the trees, each one bustling with activity. "There's the largest settlement, Zazalod," Nezona pointed out, as they approached a grand city built around a massive ancient tree. "It's called Amphylape, ruled by Essios" The grand tree was in a valley surronded by multiple cliffs. In the valley was the city of Amphylape, a busy city with diverse dragons. "Ah, yes. I've heard of Essios and Amphylape. It's good to see that the city has thrived under his rule." Zazalod looked down upon the bustling settlement, admiring the harmony between the dragons and their environment. "We should approach with caution, however. It's important that we don't come across as conquerors, but rather as allies offering our support and expertise." As Zazalod and Nezona approach the city of Amphylape, they are met by a grand entranceway carved into the ancient tree. The tree's massive trunk and branches spread out to form a network of paths and buildings, all connected by rope bridges and winding staircases. This was Amphylape's palace. The city is filled with an array of dragons, each one unique in their appearance and abilities. The air is filled with the scent of flowers and the sounds of waterfalls cascading down the cliffs surrounding the valley. "Very well, Zazalod. Let's make our presence known to Essios." They landed near the entranceway to the palace, the soft earth muffling their steps. As they entered the palace, they were greeted by a host of servants and guards who escorted them to Essios' throne room. The throne room was a grand hall, with a massive throne carved from the same ancient tree. Sitting upon the throne was a massive dragon with scales of deep blue, adorned with silver markings. His eyes were a piercing sapphire blue, and his mane shone like spun gold in the sunlight streaming through the high windows. He looked at the newcomers with a stern expression, but as Nezona and Zazalod introduced themselves and explained their intentions, his demeanor began to soften. Zazalod and Nezona, I am pleased that you have come to us. My name is Essios, the ruler of Amphylape. I have heard of your intentions to establish the Shroom Region, and I am willing to offer our support. However, I must emphasize the importance of working together harmoniously. Our biome is rich in resources and unique flora, and we must protect it at all costs. I trust that you understand this responsibility. "Yes, Essios. We understand the importance of protecting this biome and its resources. Together, we can ensure the survival and prosperity of all dragons in the Shroom Region." She looked at Zazalod, who nodded in agreement. "We will work closely with you and your dragons to achieve this." Nezona had hope that the Shroom Region would be a succes. "Very well then." Essios agreed. "Then let it be known that from this day forth, the Shroom Region is established. Amphylape will be the capital." Nezona spoke with authority, her voice carrying throughout the throne room. "We welcome you, Essios, as our ally and friend, and we look forward to working together to ensure the prosperity of the Shroom Region for generations to come. You will be from now on crowned as king of the Shroom Region" "Thank you, Nezona," Essios replied, bowing his head slightly. "I accept this honor and will do my best to lead the Shroom Region into a bright future. We will protect our home and ensure the prosperity of all who call it home." He looked to Zazalod, extending a clawed hand. "Let us seal our alliance with a pact of friendship and mutual respect." Essios felt a sense of leadership in him. "It is an honor to stand beside you, Essios. Together, we shall forge a lasting alliance that will bring prosperity and peace to the Shroom Region." Taking Essios' clawed hand in his, he smiled warmly at him. "Nezona and I return to the Sky Region and Volcano Region to inform our dragons of this historic day. We will return soon with reinforcements and resources to aid in the establishment of the Shroom Region." With the establishment of the Shroom Region, Nezona and Zazalod felt a sense of accomplishment wash over them. They knew that much work lay ahead, but they were confident in their abilities to lead their dragons and forge strong alliances with Essios and the dragons of Amphylape. They both then took off into the bright blue skies above.

## Chapter 9: The Success of the Regions

Tens of years later, the Ice, Sky, Volcano, and Shroom Regions have become a success. Nezona sat in her throne embedded with silver, she was very old now. She was waiting for the peace that lies ahead of life. Nezona was proud of what she and Zazalod had done. They created the Regions, which turned out to be very successful. As Nezona waited for her time to come, she couldn't help but reminisce about her life. The memories of her youth, her friendship with Zazalod, and the creation of the Regions flashed through her mind like a vivid dream. She smiled wistfully, thinking of the young dragons who had followed her and Zazalod, now grown and leading their own lives in the Regions they had helped build. As the sun began to set, casting a warm glow over the throne room, Nezona closed her eyes, taking a deep breath. The scent of the flowers that surrounded her throne filled her nostrils, and she felt a pang of longing for the days when she and Zazalod had roamed freely through the endless fields of mushrooms and flowers. She missed the sense of adventure and the feeling of being truly alive. She had lived for countless years and she forgot how old she really was. Suddenly, a familiar figure appeared before her. It was Zazalod, his wings now adorned with the marks of time, but his eyes still bright and full of life. "Nezona," he said, bowing his head respectfully. "I heard you were feeling a bit...restless. Thought I'd drop by and see if you'd like to go for a stroll through the old hunting grounds." Nezona's eyes snapped open at the sound of his voice. "Zazalod!" she exclaimed, a smile lighting up her ancient features. "It's good to see you. I would like that, yes. A stroll through the old hunting grounds would be just what I need." She stood slowly, as she stretched her creaky wings. "Lead the way, my brother" Nezona followed Zazalod out of the throne room and into the vast, open fields beyond. The sky was painted with hues of purple and orange, and the air was cool and crisp. "It's beautiful out here," she said, her voice a bit raspy from time. "It's been too long since I've taken the time to enjoy the scenery." Nezona was looking up at the clouds, gazing at the mountains above. "Yes, it is," Zazalod agreed, his voice deep and resonant. "It's easy to forget how beautiful life can be when you've lived for so long." He paused, looking over his shoulder at Nezona. "You know, you don't look half-bad for an old dragon. You've aged gracefully." Nezona smiled softly. "Well, thank you, Zazalod. I suppose I can't complain too much about how time has treated me. But it's hard not to feel a bit restless when one has seen and done so much." She sighed, gazing up at the twinkling stars that dotted the night sky. "I often find myself wishing for the days when we were young and wild, exploring the world together." Nezona was battle-scarred from time, but inside, she was still as free as she was when she was young. She still felt alive despite her body limiting her. As they continued walking, Nezona glanced around, taking in the familiar sights and sounds. "Do you ever wish we could just run away from it all?" she asked, her voice tinged with a wistful longing. "Just leave everything behind and start over somewhere new?" Zazalod stopped walking and turned to face Nezona, his expression thoughtful. "Yes," he said after a moment's consideration. "There have been times when I've thought about it. But then I remember everything we've built here, all the lives we've touched, and I know we can't just leave it all behind. We have responsibilities, Nezona." He paused, then added, "Besides, where could we possibly go that would be better than this?" Nezona nodded, understanding her brother's words. She too had thought about leaving, but she knew he was right. They had built something here, and they couldn't just abandon it. But she couldn't help but feel a pang of wistfulness. "Maybe we could sleep here, to finally experience the joy of sleeping in the sunset for such a long time" Zazalod considered this for a moment, then nodded in agreement. "Yes, that sounds lovely," he said, his voice tinged with a note of longing. "It's been so long since we've slept under the stars like this. The grass is soft, and there's a gentle breeze blowing. It should be perfect." Nezona smiled at her brother's words, and they found a comfortable spot among the tall grasses, where their massive forms would be shielded from the wind. Together, they stretched out their bodies, feeling the warmth of the sunlight on their scales. As the last rays of the sun disappeared below the horizon, they closed their eyes for the final time, and let the weight of the world fade away.

## Chapter 10: The Afterlife

Nezona awoke with a start, her eyes snapping open as she took in her surroundings. She was lying on soft grass, the sunlight streaming through the branches of nearby trees, casting dappled shadows across her scales. The air was filled with the sounds of birdsong and the rustle of leaves, and she could smell the sweet scent of flowers. But it wasn't just the familiar beauty of the natural world that struck her; something else was different. Something felt...off. As Nezona lay there, she became increasingly aware of a sense of familiarity about the place. The stars, for one thing, seemed to be arranged in a pattern she remembered from long ago. And the feeling of youthful exuberance that had washed over her when she'd awoken was unmistakable. Slowly, she sat up, her gaze drifting over to her brother. As Nezona lay there, she became increasingly aware of a sense of familiarity about the place. The stars, for one thing, seemed to be arranged in a pattern she remembered from long ago. And the feeling of youthful exuberance that had washed over her when she'd awoken was unmistakable. Slowly, she sat up, her gaze drifting over to her brother, but she realized that Zazalod was gone. Soon, she saw a red portal and a gate. Nezona felt a pang of worry in her chest as she realized that Zazalod was gone. She didn't know where he had gone or why he had left her behind. Perhaps he had found something important to attend to. But as she stood up, brushing the dirt and grass from her scales, she couldn't shake the feeling that something wasn't right. Taking a deep breath, Nezona approached the red portal. As she stepped through it, the familiar landscape of the Volcano Region came into view. The air was hot and smoky, and she could feel the rumbling of the volcano in the earth beneath her feet. But there was something else amiss. The usually bustling area was eerily quiet, and there were no other dragons in sight. Suddenly, she saw Zazalod. Nezona ran up to him in relief. Zazalod looked up as his sister approached, his expression one of concern. "Nezona, I'm glad you're alright. But where did you go?" He asked, his voice full of worry. "This place seems quite strange, different from the world we're used to" Nezona was also confused by this new world. "I'm not sure, Zazalod," Nezona replied, her voice quivering slightly. "One moment I was lying on the grass, and then I found myself here. It's like I've been... transported." She gestured around at their surroundings, her tail lashing anxiously. "And you're the only other dragon here. Where is everyone?" Zazalod looked around, his eyes narrowing. "This... this can only mean one thing. This is the Afterlife. We've been chosen. Chosen to be gods and goddesses of peace and war." He took a deep breath, his wings spreading wide. "I am the war god, Nezona. It is my duty to torture those who have done bad to this world, but you... you are the peace goddess. You will protect the everlasting peace of the Afterlife." Nezona listened to Zazalod's words, her heart pounding in her chest. Part of her felt honored to have been chosen for such a responsibility, but another part was terrified. She looked around, unsure of what to do or where to go. "Zazalod, I-I don't know if I can do this," she stammered. "What are we supposed to do now?" "Fear not, sister," Zazalod reassured her. "We have each other, and we have our duties. As gods, we must work together to maintain balance in the Afterlife. We must learn our powers and use them wisely." He gestured towards a white portal that had appeared nearby. "Come, let us see what lies beyond." Nezona took a deep breath, mustering up her courage as she followed Zazalod to the white portal. As they stepped through it, they found themselves in a majestic room, one dragon is sitting there, not knowing what's happening. She saw the dragon, but then the dragon's good deeds all popped up in her head. She didn't know what was happening. Zazalod walked over to the other dragon, his wings rustling slightly. "This dragon, it has done some good in its life, but it has also made some mistakes. We must decide what to do with it." He looked at Nezona, waiting for her input. Nezona looked at the other dragon, her eyes filled with empathy and understanding. She knew what it felt like to make mistakes, and she didn't want to condemn this dragon to eternal torment. "Zazalod," she said softly, "I think we should give this dragon a second chance. It has done much good in the world, and I believe it can continue to do so in the Afterlife." She leads the dragon to the blue portal that leads them into the same field that she woke up in mysteriously.

## Chapter 11: The Brink of War

A few generations after Nezona and Zazalod's death, there was about to be a war that would change Four Regions forever, a great war that is filled with bloodshed and the tears of despair. "You can't do this war, Bivrydonth! We need peace and justice!" The sky region queen called out. King Bivrydonth was the evil king of the Volcano Region. He wanted to start a war with every region because he wanted land and resources. King Bivrydonth laughed menacingly, his red scales glistening in the light of his fiery breath. "Oh, your highness, you know not what you ask. War is inevitable. The might of my army will crush your pathetic little sky kingdom beneath our feet. And when we're done with you, we'll turn our sights to the others. There is only one way to maintain balance in this world: through strength and domination." The sky queen's eyes narrowed in fear. "We cannot simply allow our dragons to suffer under your tyranny. We'll gather our forces and prepare for war. But know this, Bivrydonth, even if we fall, we will not go down without a fight." She turned away and spread her wings. The Sky Region queen flew away off into the mountainous distance ahead of them. Bivrydonth watched the sky queen fly away, his brow furrowing. "She thinks she can win against me? Against my mighty forces? Hmph!" He turned his attention back to his generals. "Gather our forces. We strike at dawn. Take down the Sky Region first, and then move onto the other weakling regions. The Regions will be ours. Let them taste the wrath of the Volcano Region!" The sky queen returned to her palace, her heart heavy with the weight of the impending war. She had to find a way to stop King Bivrydonth. She knew that she could not do it alone. She must seek the aid of those who had proven themselves to be wise and just in the past. She remembered the stories of Nezona and Zazalod, the two dragons who had guided the Four Regions through dark times and brought peace to the land. Perhaps their spirits would still lend their counsel to her. The sky queen gathered her most trusted advisors and generals in her throne room. The air was heavy with tension as they all took their places around the large circular table. "My friends," she began, her voice strong and steady despite her fear, "we are faced with a great evil. King Bivrydonth of the Volcano Region has declared war upon us all. His intentions are clear: he seeks to conquer and destroy everything in his path." The advisors and generals exchanged worried glances as the sky queen continued. They knew that their world was on the brink of destruction. "We must find a way to stop him," one of the generals spoke up, his voice trembling with fear. "Our forces are strong, but his are greater." The sky queen nodded in agreement. "We must find a way to turn the tide in our favor. Our ancestors, Nezona and Zazalod, once protected and guided us. Perhaps their spirits will still watch over us. I have a feeling that they are not yet gone." She paused, her gaze distant. "I believe that we must seek their advice" The advisors and generals looked hopeful. "Your Majesty, you may be right. If we could only find a way to reach out to them..." One of them hesitated, then continued, "Sometimes when you sleep, there is a chance you will have dreams about Nezona's messages and advice. I just hope that she sends out advice tonight" The sky queen nodded grimly. "We must all hope for that. Tonight, as you all retire to your chambers, I want each of you to meditate on the words of Nezona and Zazalod. Seek out their wisdom and guidance. Perhaps in our dreams, they will reveal a way for us to stop King Bivrydonth and preserve the peace that they worked so hard to achieve." With that, the sky queen dismissed her council. As each advisor and general left the throne room, they nodded solemnly, her thoughts already turning to the night ahead and the possibility of receiving Nezona's message in their dreams. She curled up in her large bed, made out of very soft feathers that soothed her and dragged her thoughts away from Bivrydonth. The Sky Region Queen fell asleep like a baby and woke up in a paradise world of peace and harmony. She heard the calming breeze and she knew that this was the Afterlife. Nezona's sunny spirit glided up to the queen, ready to send her message. She was stunned by how mystical Nezona looked. After all, she was a bright spirit made out of pure peace and sunshine. Irsyss was stunned. "Dearest Queen Irsyss, I am Nezona, the dragon of peace and wisdom. I have been watching over you and the Four Regions for many generations since my death. I know that a great war is about to start, and it is not one that can be won by force alone. You must seek out the aid of the dragons of the other three regions. They are strong and cunning, and together, we can stop King Bivrydonth and his armies. You could maybe give a small chunk of your land, so that Bivrydonth can be satisfied with his new land" "You mean... give up our land? But that's a part of who we are! We've built our lives and homes here." She was torn between the need to protect her dragons and the desire to save the Four Regions. "That's not what I meant. I understand your hesitation, dear Irsyss. It is not an easy choice. However, you must remember that the Four Regions were not meant to be ruled by one dragon. They were meant to be ruled by four dragons, working together in harmony. If you sacrifice a small part of your land, it will show Bivrydonth that you are willing to put aside your differences for the greater good. It will give him a reason to trust you, and perhaps, in time, he will see the error of his ways." Irsyss considered Nezona's words. They made sense, but she still felt a deep reluctance to give up any part of her land. After all, it was her home, and the home of all the Sky Region dragons. She hesitated for a moment, then asked, "Would Zazalod agree with this plan?" Irsyss asked. "Zazalod is a wise dragon, and he will make his own decision. However, I believe that if you approach him with an open mind and a willingness to listen, he will consider your offer. Remember, this is not about giving up your land for nothing. It is about preserving the balance of power in the Four Regions and preventing a catastrophic war. The sacrifice you make now may save countless lives in the long run." Irsyss listened carefully to Nezona's advice and then decided to seek out Zazalod, the wise and powerful dragon of war. She made her way into a red portal. It looked a lot like the Volcano Region, it was smoking. There were lava rivers flowing downstream and there were cells with dragons in them. Zazalod tortured the dragons who have done wrong in this world. The harsh smoke filled her lungs as she reached Zazalod's spiky palace. "My dear Irsyss, what brings you to my humble abode? Is it to seek my advice on how to prepare for the coming war?" He asked, his voice booming across the lava-covered landscape. The spikes on his back and tail glinted in the red light, making him appear even more imposing. Irsyss coughed as she stood before Zazalod. "Yes, it is about that. Nezona has contacted me in my dreams. She warned me of an upcoming war, one that even our combined forces might not be able to stop. She urged me to seek your help, for you are wise and experienced in matters of war." Zazalod listened intently to Irsyss's words, his eyes narrowing as he considered the implications. "I have indeed sensed a shift in the winds, my dear," he replied, his voice grave. "Nezona speaks truly. The Four Regions are on the brink of war. As for what you can do to help, I must admit that I am at a loss. Our combined forces may not be enough to stop King Bivrydonth and his army." Irsyss was quite scared for the upcoming war as she shivered. "Then perhaps..." Irsyss hesitated, unsure of how to continue. "Nezona spoke of the balance of power in the Four Regions. She suggested that if the Sky Region sacrifices a part of our land, it might prevent King Bivrydonth from killing everyone" Zazalod considered Irsyss's words carefully. "It is a bold proposal, my dear," he said slowly. "Sacrificing even a small part of our land could weaken our defenses and leave us vulnerable to attack. But, if it means preserving the balance of power and preventing a catastrophic war that would destroy the Four Regions, it may be a risk worth taking." Irsyss thought she could stop the war and save a ton of lives. "Thank you Zazalod. I'm going to go back to the real world now." The underworld faded away into mist and then she was back in the regular world. She had visited Nezona and Zazalod in her dreams. "I just hope this works. I can't imagine the things that could go wrong"

## Chapter 12: Blood and Bones

Irsyss summoned her trusted advisors to discuss the dire situation. They huddled together in the throne room, their expressions grim as they listened to Irsyss recount her dreams and conversations with Nezona and Zazalod. "Our only hope is to offer a small piece of our land to Bivrydonth," she said, her voice trembling with uncertainty. "It is a gamble, but it may be our best chance to avoid a devastating war." The advisors exchanged worried glances, but eventually nodded in agreement. "Then we must move swiftly to determine which piece of land would be most suitable for this sacrifice," said the oldest advisor. "We must also prepare our dragons for the potential loss of territory and the changes that may come." Irsyss nodded, her expression grave. "Let us convene immediately to discuss this matter further. We must choose a site that will have the least impact on our defenses and resources while still appeasing King Bivrydonth's thirst for power." The advisors exchanged worried glances, but eventually nodded in agreement. "Then we must move swiftly to determine which piece of land would be most suitable for this sacrifice," said the oldest advisor. "We must also prepare our dragons for the potential loss of territory and the changes that may come." Irsyss nodded, her expression in a serious but worried tone. "Let us convene immediately to discuss this matter further. We must choose a site that will have the least impact on our defenses and resources while still appeasing King Bivrydonth's thirst for power." The advisors filed out of the throne room, each taking their positions around the grand conference table. An hour passed as they debated the merits of various locations, weighing the potential strategic and economic impacts of each option. Finally, they reached a consensus: a sparsely populated area near the volcano border would be the most suitable for the sacrifice. "Dragons of the Sky Region, we have come to a decision. It is our belief that the area near the volcano border, though rich in minerals, is not essential to our defense. We should offer this land to King Bivrydonth as a peace offering." Irsyss addressed her Council, her voice firm and resolute. "You are all aware of the risks involved in this decision. But if we do not act, the consequences may be far worse" The Council nodded in agreement, understanding the weight of the decision. They left the throne room, each taking their dragon mounts and flying toward the volcano region border. As they approached the territory, they could see the rugged terrain and the smoking peaks in the distance. There was a thick wall of dragons at the border with armor and weapons, ready to attack. Bivrydonth was the one that was ahead of all the other dragons. He glared at Irsyss and sniffed in anger. Irsyss landed her dragon in front of Bivrydonth, her posture confident despite the tension in the air. "King Bivrydonth, we have come to offer you a piece of our land as a peace offering. We have chosen an area near the volcano border, rich in minerals, but not essential to our defense. We hope that this gesture will show our willingness to find a peaceful solution to our differences." Bivrydonth snorted in contempt. "I have no interest in your pathetic attempts at peace, Irsyss. Your offer is an insult to my greatness. I demand the entire Sky Region as tribute, or I will reduce your pathetic kingdom to ash!" He flexed his massive wings, causing the dragons behind him to shiver in awe. "Tell me, Queen Irsyss, how does it feel to face the wrath of the most powerful region in all Four Regions?" Irsyss's eyes narrowed in anger, but she maintained her composure. "King Bivrydonth, you may have the power to destroy much, but you cannot destroy hope. Your demands are unreasonable and will only lead to more suffering. We have come in good faith, seeking a peaceful resolution. It is your choice to accept our offer or reject it. However, know this: if you continue down this path, there are those who will not stand idly by, and they will rise up against you." Bivrydonth snorted. "Ah, Irsyss, always playing the hero. But I am not interested in your empty threats. The time for talk is over. Prepare your dragons for the coming storm, for they will soon taste my wrath!" He spread his wings and took to the sky, leading his massive army toward the Sky Region. They breathed fire at the trees, burning them into ash. The war has begun. Irsyss watched in horror as Bivrydonth's army approached, their weapons glinting in the sunlight. She knew that she had to act quickly if she was to have any hope of protecting her dragons. She would sacrifice herself just for the dragons of the Sky Region. Irsyss flew towards Bivrydonth and bit him in the neck in surprise. Red blood spilled out and stained Irsyss's teeth. Bivrydonth let out a roar of pain as Irsyss bit into his neck. His claws raked across her body, tearing through her armor and leaving deep gashes. He shook his head violently, trying to dislodge her from his neck. The other dragons in his army watched in shock as their leader was attacked by the Irsyss. Bivrydonth finally managed to throw Irsyss off, sending her tumbling through the air. She landed hard on the ground, her breath leaving her body in a wheezing gasp. The king turned his attention back to his army, his eyes blazing with anger and determination. "King Bivrydonth, I understand your desire for power and dominance. However, my dragons have worked tirelessly to build a peaceful and prosperous region. We have no intention of giving up our land without a fight." She then sunk her claws into Bivrydonth's spine, touching his bones. Blood poured out like water droplets. Bivrydonth felt a searing pain in his spine as Irsyss's claws dug deep. His breath came out ragged and shallow as he tried to maintain his composure. "Irsyss, you foolish queen," he wheezed, "you are no match for my power. Your dragons will be destroyed, and your people enslaved. There is no other option." He turned back to his army, his wings beating powerfully against the air as he tried to gather his strength. An army of icy dragons were flying in the distance. The king landed with strength, shaking the earth. "King Bivrydonth, your threats will not sway us. The peace that has been established between our two regions is too precious to be destroyed for your greed. We stand with Irsyss. Together, we will fight against your tyranny." The Ice Region king spoke, his voice echoing across the land. His dragons, massive creatures of ice and snow, roared their agreement, their breath freezing the air around them. Hearing the words of the Ice Region king, the Shroom Region dragons let out a thunderous roar. Their allies had come to their aid. The Shroom Region queen, seeing the massive army of dragons flying towards them, knew that the battle would be fierce. "King Bivrydonth, you have made a grave mistake. You have underestimated the strength of our alliance. We will not let you destroy what we have built. Prepare yourself for the battle that is about to begin." Her words were met with a chorus of roars from his dragons, as they too prepared for the coming storm. Bivrydonth's eyes widened in surprise as he saw the massive army of dragons approaching from the north and east. His heart raced with a mixture of fear and anger. "So, you have decided to align yourselves with a traitor and a fool. Very well. Then you shall all die alongside her." He bellowed, his voice shaking the very air around them. His army of dragons prepared for battle, their wings stretching wide as they took to the skies. The skies darkened as hundreds of massive dragons gathered above the battlefield, ready to wreak havoc upon their enemies. "King Bivrydonth, you have made a grave mistake. By attacking our allies, you have brought this war upon yourself. You will not succeed in your conquest. We will fight to the death to protect our lands and our people!" The Sky Region queen's words echoed through the air as her dragons took to the skies, forming a protective wall around the two allied regions. Her eyes locked onto Bivrydonth, full of determination and courage. The Ice Region dragons circled around their king, their wings moving in perfect synchronization. "My king, we stand ready to fight alongside our allies against the tyrant Bivrydonth. Our icy breath and sharp claws will be his undoing." The Ice Region king smiled grimly. "Very well, my loyal subjects. Let us show Bivrydonth the true meaning of fear." With a mighty roar, the Ice Region dragons dived towards the enemy forces, unleashing a torrent of icy breath upon them. Their claws slashed through the air, aiming for the weak spots in the Volcano Region's formation. As the Ice Region dragons attacked from the north, the Shroom Region dragons countered from the east. Their queen's voice boomed across the battlefield, "With the Ice, Sky, and Shroom Regions united, King Bivrydonth, there is no hope for you! Our combined might will crush you and your army!" The Shroom Region dragons dove towards the enemy formation, their powerful jaws snapping at anything that moved. Their massive bodies slammed into the Volcano Region dragons, sending them tumbling through the air. The Shroom Region queen watched the battle with a mixture of determination and sorrow, knowing that many of her loyal subjects would not survive the day. The Volcano Region dragons were caught off guard by the sudden onslaught from the Shroom and Ice Regions. Their king, Bivrydonth, roared in anger as he saw his forces being overwhelmed. He turned to face the Shroom and Ice Regions, "You fools! You think you can defeat me? I am the king of the Volcano Region! I will burn your lands to the ground and leave nothing but ash and smoke in my wake!" His voice boomed across the battlefield, echoing through the clouds of dust and smoke. With renewed determination, King Bivrydonth ordered his dragons to engage the enemy forces. The Volcano Region dragons let out a deafening roar as they dived towards the Shroom and Ice Regions. Their fiery breath scorched the air, leaving trails of destruction in its wake. Their powerful claws slashed at the enemy dragons, seeking to bring them down. The battle was now in full swing, with dragons of all shapes and sizes clashing in midair, their cries of battle filling the sky. "Protect our lands, my dragons!" The Sky Region queen shouted, her voice echoing over the battlefield. Her dragons dove and swooped through the air, trying to outmaneuver the enemy and gain the advantage. They were met with fierce resistance from the Volcano Region dragons, who were equally skilled and determined. The sky was filled with the sounds of battle: the roars of dragons, the whistling of arrows, and the shrieks of those who were wounded or dying. The battle lasted for a long time, many soldiers were killed brutally in battle. Irsyss was wounded badly, but she still fought until the last sign of life. "You deserve this Bivrydonth!" She stabbed Bivrydonth in the neck. He was coughing and gargling and falling down into the sky. With one last jolt of energy, Bivrydonth bit Irsyss on the neck really hard. The pain was unbearable as it spread through her whole body. Bivrydonth fell out from the sky and collasped. Bivrydonth pulled out the spear and got back up again. "Ha! Such mortals think that they could stop me! Long live the Volcano Region! Death to our enemies!" He roared as he charged towards the Shroom and Ice Regions. His dragons followed suit, their fire breath and claws dealing devastating damage to the enemy forces. "Nothing is impossible, you know?" The king said and froze Bivrydonth, rendering him powerless and hopeless. Bivrydonth has finally been stopped. The bloody war has ended. "So much for being evil.."

## Chapter 13: The Elemental Dragons

The queen of the Shroom Region watched in horror as Irsyss, her once-loyal ally, lay on the ground, blood pooling around her. Tears streamed down the queen's face as she fought back the urge to rush to Irsyss's side. "No..." Irsyss whispered, over the wrecked aftermath of the battle. She clutched at her neck, feeling the wound that Bivrydonth had inflicted upon her. Blood seeped through her talons, staining the ground around her. "I can't...die..." she sobbed, her body shaking with each ragged breath. Two eggs, nestled in a destroyed nest, hatched as the cries and mourning raged around them. The young dragons emerged from their shells, slick with blood and amniotic fluid, and blinked in the harsh light of day. They were tiny, barely larger than a rabbit, and covered in delicate scales that shimmered in the sun. However, something seemed off. They had the same body type with two wavy horns and feathered wings, the only difference was that the two were different colors. Normally, dragonets would have different body types from one another. Irsyss looked up, tears streaming down her face as she watched the eggs hatch. They were unlike any other dragons she had ever seen; they both had the same body type, with only their colors differentiating them. As they struggled to stand on their tiny, scaled legs, she could only stare in confusion. "What... What are they?" she managed to whisper, her voice hoarse from the pain. The king of the Ice Region, who had been watching the aftermath of the battle from a safe distance, approached the scene cautiously. He had never seen anything like it before; two dragonets with the same body type. "What in four regions are these?" he wondered aloud, crouching down beside Irsyss. "And what does it mean for the future of our regions?" Irsyss looked up at the king, her eyes filled with confusion and fear. "They're... They're unlike any dragons I've ever seen. They have the same body type, and they both look so fragile..." She trailed off, struggling to catch her breath. As she looked down at the two tiny creatures, a vision flashed before her eyes. In it, she saw Nezona and Zazalod, discussing the creation of new dragons. The two of them had planned to create dragons with the elemental powers, each with their own unique body type. They had planned for 10 elemental dragons. Her vision flashed back into the real world. She had realized that these new dragonets were wind dragons. The queen of the Shroom Region, seeing the confusion and pain on Irsyss's face, rushed forward to kneel beside her. "What is it, my friend? What do you see?" She glanced down at the hatchlings, then back at Irsyss. "They are beautiful creatures, no matter what they may be," she said softly, gently touching the smaller of the two dragonets. Irsyss looked up, her eyes meeting the queen's. "They... They're wind dragons. Nezona and Zazalod... They made them..." She trailed off, her voice fading as her strength waned. She reached out a shaking talon, tentatively touching the smaller of the two hatchlings. "They're... so delicate..." she whispered, her vision beginning to blur. Irsyss coughed, blood spattering onto the ground around her. She felt so weak, so tired. Her body ached from the pain of her wounds, and her lungs burned with every ragged breath. Lowering her head down to the ground, she closed her eyes, unable to bear the sight of the destruction around her any longer. "Please.. I don't want to die..." she whispered, her voice barely audible over the sounds of mourning and loss that filled the air. The king of the Ice Region looked down at the two dragonets, his expression grim. "What does this mean for the future of our world?" he wondered aloud, his voice carrying through the air. He glanced at Irsyss, struggling to breathe, and felt a pang of guilt. He was wondering what these elemental dragons were. Irsyss coughed again, more blood spilling from her mouth and nostrils. She felt so weak, so close to the end. Her vision was starting to fade in and out, and she could barely make out the forms of the king and the queen of the Ice and Shroom Regions as they knelt beside her. "They... They were meant to be dragons that were much stronger and could protect their regions better." she whispered, her voice barely audible. She closed her eyes, tears streaming down her face, as she fought against the pain and the weakness. "Thank you for life.." The queen of the Shroom Region knelt beside Irsyss, her heart breaking as she saw the life fading from her friend's eyes. She reached out a gentle talon, stroking the dragon's cheek, desperately hoping that she could save her. "Irsyss," she whispered, her voice filled with desperation. "Please, don't leave us. We need you." Tears streamed down her own face as she begged the dying dragon to hold on. Suddenly, a bright light suddenly appeared beside the Shroom Region queen. The queen glanced at the light in fear and quickly flinched away. Soon, the light took shape of a dragon, a familiar one. The queen covered her eyes, but then looked back again at the light dragon. It was Nezona. She stood in dissappointment beside the queen. "Irsyss's time was up, death is an unstoppable force" Nezona stroked Irsyss's body in sadness. "I wish she could live longer, but Zazalod kills dragons when he feels like they're in too much pain" The king of the Ice Region felt a lump form in his throat as he watched Irsyss's spirit fly away. He looked down at the two hatchlings, his heart heavy with the knowledge that they were responsible for this senseless tragedy. He glanced over at Nezona, appearing as a light spirit beside the Shroom Region queen, and wondered what she might have to say about all of this. "Nezona," he began, clearing his throat, "Do you know why Zazalod did this?" Nezona looked at the king of the Ice Region with sadness in her eyes. "Zazalod does this because he believes that dragons should not feel pain any longer. He sees their suffering as a burden, and he believes that ending their lives gives them relief from that suffering. It is a twisted and cruel logic, but it is how he justifies his actions." The Shroom Region queen listened to Nezona's words, understanding the twisted logic behind Zazalod's actions but still struggling to accept it. She looked down at the two hatchlings, tears streaming down her face. "What do we do now?" she whispered. "How can we protect our dragons from such a fate?" Nezona gently placed a wing on the Shroom Region queen's shoulder, her light form feeling surprisingly warm and comforting. "You must raise your dragons to be strong and resilient," she said, her voice filled with determination. "Teach them to protect their lands with all their might, and to value the lives of their brothers and sisters. If they are strong enough, they will be able to withstand anything that Zazalod could throw at them. I designed the elemental dragons to be much stronger than dragons now. Any dragon born after this is an elemental dragon, like those two wind dragons" The king of the Ice Region listened carefully to Nezona's words, nodding in understanding. "Then we must ensure that our dragons are raised to embody those traits," he said, his voice firm with resolve. "We must prepare them for whatever challenges may come, and help them to grow into the strong, resilient beings that you have envisioned for them, Nezona." Nezona listened to the king carefully. "I'm sure you will be successful, everyone. See you soon." Nezona's light spirit started to fade away, turning into a bright flash, and it dissappears. The Shroom Region queen looked at the place where Nezona stood, feeling comforted by her words and presence. She turned to the Ice Region king, determination in her eyes. "We must not let this happen again. We must protect our dragons and make sure they have a safe place to live." Then, they spread their wings and flew away to their own respective regions.

WIP

Tbh I really like the quote "The sacrifice you make now may save countless lives in the long run"

Best four regions quote ever

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