Din

an ancient dragon with many names; that of a martyr, a goddess, a trickster, a man. and yet, she was din at the start. when the humans came during the end of the primal age, they slaughtered her young, her care givers, and they sent her running deep into the mountains, deeper than any dragon had ever gone. and in those desecrated tunnels, she was struck with a new terror. a sickness, spread through rugged, bloodied stone.

as the rage and sickness further soured her mind, all the creatures fled the tunnels nearby. all save saoirse, who had seen din when she was great, and now saw her as she fell, and stayed at her side even as the crystals turned the dragon's wings heavy and defiled.

in the years to come, others might grow brave enough, or scared enough, or desperate enough to tread in din's wretched, holy halls...who knows what will be left of her when they do.