Fantasy Island

There weren't always dragons in the Valley. But when there were they were a happy bunch. Flying through the magic mushrooms of a time gone by. An era of gratitude and sanctuary. An era that created the dragons of old and sent them into an outburst of forgetfullness. And challenged them to become what they disliked the most. A new uprising of mercyful banter to continue on the path that was created for them.

Once they had become mind-blown incarnations of a beautiful flower. A flower named Crystal. That was not here given name, it was something more beautiful than that. A name that attached itself to fame, that Alex had inspired. To do more than had been decided upon both of them. A secret language that only they knew together.

A flower by any other name was a rose. A rose compared to a desert flower. In the sun parched sky. She mattered more to him than life itself. That was a big deal amoung the dragon tribe. It allocated a big diamond ring, a ring that would sparkle through anything. The barriers were closed through the nexus of another realm. He would not leave her side. And would bounce off the love they had for each other, then send it spinning back.

He watched all of the other creatures drag themselves through the mud of the next dimensional time bomb. They were menacing to watch. As well as menacing to deal with. And none of them knew that there island was in danger. They were going to have to escape the excruciating explosion. Turn themselves into an evolutionary menace.

This island of theres' rose up to monumental equations. It was not a usual island. It was apart from all the rest of them. Catching the fumes of the volcano in the middle of it all. On the right side was lush gardens flowing into a deserted chasm of darkness. Most of the dragons lived in the gardens of Rayo.

Rayo evolved into a massive beauty of partial enlightenment. Sipping off the moment of peace. The peace that was disappering rapidly. And foreign pieces of comfort were dipped through the immortal compound of armageddon. An array that left them through the foundation of a time long gone. As well as the support that went off the revenge of the other dragons'. This time there would be no more peace in their small empire.

An empire that had once reigned supreme. Full of life and tranquility. Destined to become great and fail at the same time. None of the dragons had any idea that they would pity each other or cause scorn. And this was something that would end the realm as the dragons had created it.

Nora the eldest of their tribe became very upset at the new leader. She did not want her to be in control, but she had no other choice. It was not something that would be a natural thing for her to ponder on. Instead what would happen was a spiraling effort to control what some had organized in the miasma of fortitude.

Fortitude that would take centuries to accomplish. Then worry about that later she thought. Otherwise it would take months to recover from the overwhelming urge that they had both shared. The other dragon in this story was just looking for a sink and swim effect. An effect to conquer the border of his own reality. Was he going to sink or swim, he had no idea, he was waiting for another sign of his own to come forth and part their ways until the end of their own time. In this island of such.