fly thy dragons, swift and tall
for thy mightybeast shall not fall
till the sun sets forever
and darkness controls the weather.

Step follows step,
hope follows courage.
Set your minds for freedom,
set you mind for victory.

Run thy gods and goddess'
for evil comes from the earth.
If thee let they selves battle
then only one will be left to fight.

If all shall fail the world shall be plunged into darkness,
and there will be no sun for 1000000000000000000 yrs

Till all them die and all that is left is barren dust

Sierra sat up top, gazing at the ground below watching the fields around as mist danced around her feet, angel-like wings folded back, her eyes showing no emmotion her face of clear experssion. Hair blowing in the winds that swirled around her in unison. Her voice was that in a mysterious tone, soon closing her eyes and becoming silent...... to hear of anything.

Hooves could be heard on stone as Elemiire picked her way down the paths leading to Dragonmount. Athiyk rode, deep in thought. When they finally rounded a mountain, she saw it rising above the other mountains.

The monument was enormous and ancient. It was Athiyk's first visit to the mountain.

Sierra, fell from the edge..... herself only now looking like a black dot amongst the white snow. 10 ft befor ground she spread her wings, gliding in a up draft..... flying, which had the graceful movements of a dance she spiralled up, wings folded tight until they burst open the snow flying of them giving at area around her a shine of glittering snow.

Sierra flew above Athiyk circling "why hello down there, drow" her vioce held that of nighten gales song. Yet in a way, unearthly. The sun shining, brughtly upon this scene.