Python

Everything seemed so... lifeless around Python. No trees, no sound of the lovely birds... nothing. It was dry and extremely cold. Python fought the urge to return back home, where she ran away from - with a very good reason of course.

She was out of breath, out of food, out of... well everything she brought. Then one day, not knowing how many miles she walked, she saw light. It was all she needed to push herself forward. Ignoring the pain surging around her body, she dragged herself to the entrance where hope finally reached her.

Python laid down, catching her breath. She couldn't go any further, not without food. The city she arrived at had no living creature... or so she thought.

A dragon from afar came walking towards the city. She squinted to get a better picture of how the dragon looked like. As he approached closer and closer, he must've seen Python lying on the ground because he came running.

But... that's all Python could remember. After all these happened, she didn't know what came next - all except waking up, finding herself at the heart of the city.

The dragon... she thought. The dragon that came who knows how long ago fumbled in his bag trying to find the right thing to tend her. Good thing he knew what to use or she would be a goner. His name was Mintal - a name she never heard before but it was the best she heard for the past few... hours? Days? She didn't know.

It took months to build this place... to a better place. No matter how many times she told him not to thank her, as she totally couldn't take all the credit, he didn't listen. Python was glad that she proved herself right, proved that she could do it, that she could make it.