From the sky of the lands between a monsterous yet majestic white Ancient Dragon decends from the sky's and lands in the golden grass of Leyndell, it's golden wings slowly lowering itself to the plateau.

With a thump and a dust cloud she land infront of you. She look down on you from her giant form and growls, the echo booming through the woods and flats. She reaches out with her massive claw and runs it along your head. With strike of red lightning her form changs into a tall regal woman with white flowing hair in a priestess gown. Her hand on your cheek instead of the claw. My dearest Tranished, what weighs on thy soul, my dearest friend? I implore you to share the load...