Dragonworld

Almost simultaneously, a young girl had been killed in Simbala. The suspicions between the countries grew. War seemed imminent. I had to do what I could to avert this disaster. I set sail for Simbala.

Once there, I befriended one of the wisest men I have ever known. A man at ease with statesmen and warriors alike. His name was Hawkwind and he was the leader of Simbala. He did not arrive at his station in life through family ties. Rather he had worked hard to earn the trust of his people. He was once a lowly miner. Perhaps this was why he was so humble. He was firm when leadership was called for, yet gentle when comfort was needed.

Working as brothers in search of the truth, Hawkwind and I pondered the situation at hand.

The coldrakes had attacked the children of both of our countries. There had to be a reason. We agreed that the solution could only be found by locating the legendary Last Dragon and convincing him to help us.

Legend had it that the Last Dragon was alive in the Northland. He was the cousin to and master of the coldrakes. They would heed his commands. But first we had to find him. And so with a Simbalan Windship I sailed North of the Dragonsea. After many hardships I was ready to give up. Then, almost by accident, I stumbled upon the Last Dragon.

Deep in the hollows of a cold and desolate cave the Last Dragon lay shackled to a rock. He was a pitiful sight. A look of resignation seemed permanently affixed to his face. He spoke in a deep and resonant whisper. He was old. Very old. He had been shackled to this rock by evil men who stole the mystical Dragonpearls. He was resigned and unemotional in his description of the plight that had befallen him.

But I saw something in him that was very proud, very genuine and very kind. For a moment I thought of how I had found those qualities in Hawkwind as well. Indeed, Hawkwind and the Dragon were alike. Together, the three of us could put an end to the bloodshed. I had to convince the Last Dragon to help me if it was the last thing I would do. I told him of my young friend's death. And how the coldrakes had attacked me during my journey North. He became furious, for according to his orders the coldrakes were never to attack. His pride would not allow him to sit idly by and watch them defy his orders. He agreed to help.

We flew to Simbala and found the coldrakes perched and ready to attack the ships of both countries. The Last Dragon prepared to do battle with the leader of the coldrakes. And when it was over, the Last Dragon emerged victorious. He looked at Hawkwind and me, and at that moment we all knew. Words were not spoken. Yet we knew we would be friends for life.

I’ve returned to Fandora with the glowing Dragonpearl. Deep in its misty chambers a message from the Last Dragon has appeared. He has been drugged and kidnapped and is being held captive deep in the Southland of Simbala. There are other images, too. Images I have never seen before. The Dragon trying to warn me. Who are these people found in the Dragonpearl? Are they friend or foe? I do not know. I only know what I must do: Locate Hawkwind and together we must rescue the Last Dragon. For we are friends until death.

I only hope we’re not too late.