In a forest of breath-taking beauty and ethereal splendour, where spirits danced and elves lived within nature itself, stood a podium high in the darkening sky, where multiple old elves some male and some female, seemingly elders of the council of elves, chanting and summoning.
On a platform, higher than the rest, stood a female elf, who hid her face behind a veil, seemingly conveying that if she did not do this, then most mortals would go mad from her beauty alone. She wore what seemed to be a robe that suited a queen, with a tall and curvy body, that would drive any lesser man insane.
She was watching over the procession, but would look over to her right in a direction where cries, screams and roars were heard, as if a battle of an era was underway. Although, her facial features were obscured, her body language betrayed her, she seemed... nervous.
The massive magical circle of complex patterns and runes flared to life, as the elders of the elven race, struggled to power and control it.
Suddenly, as the circle was about to summon something, it shot out a blinding white light as the sky above them bent and screamed and lighting struck down into the forest, causing it to set on fire in places and the elves to rush into their homes, within the behemoth sized trees.
The very air seemed to bend and wain, as from the magic circle that was barely staying intact, came a mythical creature of unimaginable proportions.
It appeared above them all like a colossal fortress, It must have been hundreds of metres in length and height. A long winding neck, as if a coiled snake was peering down at them, two ruby red eyes that drank in the light and not two, but four wings, the wing span blotting out the twin suns in the sky. Its body was large, yes, but it was graceful and noble as well, as the shining and glossy white scales seemingly untouched by time, reflected the early evening suns dipping below the horizon.
Then, the most terrifying, and raw, roar was heard.
It shook the ground, forest and even the ones fighting on the battlefield froze momentarily from its sheer power.
Thunder seemed to answer its call, as it lashed down around them.
It suddenly spoke and its voice was like every word it uttered was an ancient and profound thing.
"You dare to summon me mortals?!" Its voice boomed and echoed so deeply it was like the earth itself had spoken.
One of the elven elders seemed to colipase onto his behind, as he mumbled incoherently.
"Its... impossible... How could an.... ancient dragon still..... be alive after the war..."
In the continent of Elysium, the dragons were still well known, however, they were very reclusive and aggressive to outsiders. Moreover, during the war, the ancient dragons, the first that were created by the Dragon God, were thought to have fought and died with their god.
A dragons age and prestige is usually based off their size, so when these elves saw this dragon, they instantly believed they had somehow summoned a dragon that was a legend, even some would say on the level of a god, in this godless world they found themselves in.
The woman, who this whole time locked eyes with the dragon in the air, seemed to speak not loudly nor quietly, but it reached everyone in the area.
"Forgive our disrespect, oh mighty ancient dragon, we did not mean to summon you, it seems the ritual went awry, however, now that you are here, and our binding magic did not work, would you mind doing a magical contract with me?"
The dragon seemed to analyse the elven woman that had a bearing of a queen.
His voice echoed like a thunderclap as he answered.
"Very well. I will agree, only if you can provide a worth while reason too."