Draconis, the last city of the dragons. A titanic city carved into the mountains by dragons long gone. All but one
Argarios, keeper of knowledge sat in silence, his eyes wandering across the city he had helped build. That was in another age altogether.
An age when the sun still shone brightly in sky and the world still had colours beyond ashen grey.
'But those days are long gone, never to return' He thought grimly.
He quickly pushed those thoughts from his mind, things were hard enough already without an ancient losing himself to dark thoughts and memories. And yet he could never truly forget about it; how the world had been so bright, so full of life
His train of though came to an abrupt halt as the library's gates opened with a resounding slam.
'Can he never learn to enter quietly?' Argarios thought sourly as he descended the steps to the entrance. Upon reaching the libraries' lobby he was met by his pupil; Valdorim.
Dark scales, blue eyes and with a curiosity that left much to be desired. The young dragon grinned sheepishly as he noticed his mentor glaring at him disapprovingly.
'Can you never learn to open and close a door properly?' the ancient dragon asked sternly.
Valdorim could but look down and beg forgiveness.
'I apologize my lord, I seem to forget myself.' He answered sadly.
Argarios sighed; he knew he could never stay angry at his pupil, no matter what he did or how often he did it, he always seemed to have a way to make to the old one forgive him.
'Arise my pupil, you are forgiven.' Argarios huffed.
Valdorim rose with a certain glee and eagerly followed his mentor into the library.
'But your forgetfulness is becoming a problem Valdorim, you would forget your own tail if it was not glued on!' Argorias said with a hint of mirth in his voice.
'Nevertheless, you may be the only thing that keeps me from going mad
' he thought as they navigated through the bookshelves.