My feet echo as my steps run along the metal floor. My dragon moves uncomfortably inside my chest the deeper we get underground. Even after all these years we can’t get used to the feeling. We belong outside and in the skies after all. That is our nature. When I was young I used to cry each time I entered this place. That action has long since been beaten out of me.

Now, I find the sound of the Tungsten metal to be a comfort. I have made this place my home. Others

Now, I find the sound of the Tungsten metal to be a comfort. I have made this...