![]() ![]() Under the stone, a dead dragon laid peacefully in it's grave. The words had been slowly and carefully carved into the precious stone. The dragonets stood in front of a grey gravestone. Starflight, Clay, and Tsunami stood by her. Sunny cried her eyes out as her friends tried to comfort her. The tears ran down her face faster and faster. The dragon read in her most silent voice. As she reached her destination, happy tears poured down her disappearing face. The spear's held the dragons who had their dreams.Īnd what was before her held their never-ending dreams. The rain reminded the ghost of the tears of dying dragons. Sharp, pure black rocks speared the skeletons of dragons as slow rain pitter-pattered on the spear rocks. The ghost dragon entered, passing the arch. The usual bat wings of a dragon were no where in sight, instead, a pair of white bird-feathered wings replaced the scaly wings. ![]() Its eyes looked dreamy, the sky blue eyes would make any dragon feel safe. a inspirational but sad fic, it will probably make you feel sad, or a little bit of happy inside.Ī light pink and white dragon stood on the pale stone. ![]()
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