She sighed, but there was nothing for it; should the elves be destroyed, her life would be but a shell, devoid of any and all meaning; she would have nothing, be nothing.
As hard as her life had become, she could wish no surcease to it; her power, weakened as it was, remained the only ward keeping the dark might of Zaros from breaching her hidden refuge. The elves lived in complete isolation, and while many still called Calbendôr home, their number dwindled with the years, sorrow and despair overcoming their noble spirits.
Those that remained were thereby all the more precious, and she could not rest for fear of attack, for Zaros still saw her as a threat, a reminder of a time when he did not reign unchallenged.
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Legends spoke of mighty dragons that took to the Gielinorian skies in the primordial days of yore. These, the mightiest of the fire lizards, were known as the Elder Dragons, and were older than the world itself, tied to the land in ways that Guthix, who had indeed seeded life upon Gielinor, could but dream of. In ages past they were feared and hunted, and so they hid themselves in the dark recesses of the world deeper than even the gods might search.
For millenia they slept, and in the third age of the world a young elf named Amartele spoke a prophecy that fell into silence and yet echoed across the planes, and it was thus: “The great beasts of the sky have been grounded, and the world lives without them. But eternity is not in the fabric of the land, and these beasts shall awaken to herald its closing; as harbingers of doom they shall fly again. Their return shall be the first sign of Ardhonmeth, the end of time.”
In sleep the dragons remained for a further three ages, until ten and one hundred years after the imprisonment of Guthix under the mountain. They awoke then to a world much changed from that from which they had withdrawn, and were slow to effect their return.
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