I dream endlessly of visions unseen and tales untold. The Shadow taught me much of the world, but the first thing it ever told me was:
"Tomorrow, is a mystery and it can be any of your dreams"
As it was, I dreamed of a dragoness, black as night, lined with crimson, her eyes as cold as ice and fierce as fire. Among her own kind, she was known as Petula Bloodraven, she who carried the blood of her enemies on her scales and her chest. When I woke from that dream, I found a hatchling dragoness curled up among my roots. The little creature was starving, and near death, so I sent her to the land known as Istaria, where others of her ilk dwelled i