The wind whipped Elara’s cloak around her as she perched precariously on the jagged edge of the Dragon’s Tooth Peak, the biting air stinging her cheeks. Below, the sprawling kingdom of Aerthos stretched out like a tapestry woven with threads of emerald green and sapphire blue, a breathtaking vista that usually calmed her restless spirit. But today, a storm raged within her, mirroring the tempestuous clouds gathering on the horizon.
Ignis, her dragon, a magnificent beast of obsidian scales and smoldering amber eyes, lay nestled beside her, his powerful frame radiating a low hum of ancient power. He hadn't spoken in days, a silence heavier than the mountains surrounding them. His usual grumbling, a constant companion throughout their years together, was absent, replaced by a brooding stillness that mirrored Elara’s own turmoil.