I thought long about this concept but the final idea came to me right as I was going to sleep, a giant dragon skeleton
entwined in massive roots.
But what happened here?
Feel free to think up a backstory behind this place!
A twig snapped underneath my boot,
breaking the awed silence that had befallen me and my companion.
Emerging from the forest, the sight shook me to the core.
You grew up hearing about it, the great beast, its mouth open in its last roar of defiance that was now forever silence.
But nothing could have prepared me for the actual sight...
It stood as a reminder to us all, its shadow looming over the city below never letting the inhabitants forget of the time when our lands were ruled by mighty beasts. Yet we had won.
This thought I had the most trouble comprehending. The sheer size of the monster had to be seen to be believed, it's wingspan alone stretching as long as the cliff face behind it stood tall. How could one human have prevailed over such a beast?
But he had...
One lone man, a traveller to the common eye but deep within his veins, magic ran deep.
The last dragon had no hope, or that is how they tell the story. That the beast, although the oldest and last living dragon to terrorise the skies and lands below was no match for the spirits that bowed before the mage.
He had entombed it in the land that it had once ruled. Not dead just frozen.
I felt a shiver run through me as I looked up at the skull, at the holes that still seemed to hold eyes and a hidden power. Magic in the land had died out along ago.
If the beast was to awaken.... There was no hope.
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