The cold wind from the coastline howled and swept over, lifting the freshly cooled dust from the desolate earth, while the radiance of the great sun slanted down to illuminate the scarred land. Even the dragon's scales were coated with a rippling halo of light. The blue dragon, just awakened from a deep sleep, stood dazed amidst this awe-inspiring wasteland. For the first few minutes, she was in a state of bewilderment, wondering, "Who am I, where am I, who did this to me, and whom did I fight back?"
A strong gust of wind blew through, and Melita instinctively swayed her long neck. A round, black object was blown off a nearby mound of dirt, perhaps due to some coincidence, or maybe it was fate—she realized it was part of the lamp from her bedroom.
"Where is my house... where is my huge house... my Dragon Nest, my balcony... my..."
