The Sapphire Star

A dragon watches as its crystalline wings crumble to dust. “Just a bit further” it thought, feeling its very essence slip away as it flew. Its kind were no longer welcome here. Not since the deed was done. Yet still it pressed forth. Its children needed it. Fighting and killing each other across hundreds, thousands of years even, and for what? A difference of opinion. A disagreement on who was right to follow. Its children needed a place to escape all the killing. All the violence. They needed a place to rest.

The island was in sight. One last flap of its disintegrating wings shattered them to pieces, as the dragon plummeted to the earth. It weakly raised its head, clawing and scraping its way to the island’s center, every breath a labored wheeze as its limbs too surrendered to entropy. Scarcely able to force open its eyes, arcane tendrils let loose from its maw, coalescing into a scintillating bead of azure held within its outstretched claws. It spoke to its children, though they would not hear its words.

(Sardior) — Come forth, my kindred. Follow my Sapphire Star. Let it guide you to this land which my brothers and sisters have denied you. I hereby defy them, and return to you the land of your birthright.

With its final, dying breath, the dragon reached out to the stars, and a beacon was lit.

Date: A long friggin time ago. Some time after the Sundering.