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for some time and never possessed much grace as it was anyhow. “ There was a chuckle throughout the armies as Zebial raised his head towards her. “Why do you gather to use your weapons on each other, do you not know what is coming?” Before she had finished the words Iezlear realized through seeing their minds that these men were completely ignorant of Zangonath’s growing power through his continued mastery of the fog crystal, much less his control over the Eshken. “There is a storm coming dear ones, this storm doesn’t see your differences or care what you call your lands, you are only a disease to be removed in its eyes. The pupil of the long forgotten original lord of evil Zangoath has been growing in magical ability through the fog crystal. Unite and turn your swords north brothers. Gather all men together, let them know this is what awaits if there is delay.” “Behold Zangonath the clouded!” In that moment each mans mind was shown the plan of Zangonath as far as Iezlear understood it briefly. Only the smallest of visions, mortal minds can handle no more.
    The men all bowed to one knee, all twenty five thousand. Iezlear was pleased, “A wise first step my friends.” All but the Grazlin general bowed; instead his arrogance caused him to speak out. “Where have you been these past centuries and how do we know that vision you planted in our minds is even real? The cunning nature of dragons is well known.” Zebial rose quicker than a snake biting and snatched the general into his talon bringing him the enormous height up to his face. Zebial brought the general right up to his eye, so close the general could see the pupil dilate within Zebial’s red eye. “Let me eat this one sister,” Zebial spoke out loud, this time in a voice of thunder making sure all could hear him. “No Zebial, we are here to guide these men, not eat them.” There was a secret wink between the two dragons. By this time however the general had defecated on himself. Zebial set him down; he was shaking ferociously from the adrenaline caused by fear. “Never mind” Zebial said, “He has ruined my appetite.” For some reason this caused hysterical laughter up and down the lines of both armies.
    Iezlear spoke again to their minds directly. “From this moment on the Rozim general shall lead you north after regrouping in your cities, I have felt the change in his heart.” There was no disagreement, everyone could see this moment was historical and represented a fundamental change in the world. The dragon lords have returned two of them anyway and they were free of their terrible curse from generations past. Most of the men were aware of the stories of the four dragon lords, now it was a matter of understanding the stories they had been told their entire lives were all true and coming to terms with all that meant. Iezlear spoke, “Disperse, return home and gather your provisions, you are to begin marching north as soon as you are prepared. You shall merge with many other armies along the way and we shall guide your path as we did your ancestors.” Both dragons then flew away at incredible speed, faster even than when they had arrived. Leaving the men with many unanswered questions, but a focus to move forward, the armies stayed in position for a few minutes absorbing the enormity of what had just taken place. They slowly began to merge, greet one another and then disperse gradually. After merging to talk and begin the process of forming one army to move forward as Iezlear instructed, the men all began to march back to their respective territories in preparation of the northern invasion. They had all been called up by the two generals from various villages and towns across the southern kingdoms for this clash. The slow slog home began for both armies, however now with a newfound purpose, a meaning instead of a simple existence. The dragon lords’ return is the herald of a new golden age and under their guidance the kingdoms will