So this is a whole story thingy I wrote and since its copied from a google doc it may be a little funky and no I won't be fixing it

        Many years ago, the land was ruled over by the great lizards of the skies and seas, where beasts roamed in even the harshest environments. They preyed upon the land, making the world suffer in vain. Everything lesser had to hide away in the dark, scavenging for remains of a dragon's meal and drinking from streams that ran deep in the underground, hoping that they would never be found.
         It would be like this for several decades, where the dragons and drakes and creatures of the sea grew to be advanced, nothing in their way to stop them or to foil their ignorance. And that would be a colorless future. However, that was only to be thought, until the flowers finally fought their way through the soil, blooming all across the planet's surface.
        At first they were seen as a sign of beauty, elegance, and vanity. They were drained of color the minute of their bloom, used for selfish purposes of decoration. But the flowers soon twisted, wrought in revenge. Their colors darkened, swirls of delicate gray and anguished black among the white of hate for being trapped for so long under the dragon's thundering claws, only to become a mere accessory without a second thought.
        Out of the flowers came a creature, one of ruin, which spread the flowers as if it were fire. The flowers were poisonous; foul and disgusting. The dragons tried to burn the flowers, but it only brought upon them their destruction, being turned into weeds which were stepped upon.
        As the land calmed, the beasts of legend no more, the lesser finally had their freedom. Among the flowers, which had although given them salvation, none were safe. Without fire, and instead with fear and caution, the flowers had been eradicated by the inhabitants, and vibrant colors were forbidden incase of the flower's return.
        This was long forgotten, and the colors have returned in the form of glass, the three kingdoms being made of the same creatures who had begged for freedom long ago. The dragons have yet to return, their likely extinction hopeful. Now it is only a myth, and flowers are a lie by the ancestors.
        Sadly, the truth is much darker beneath the lies, as deep in the undergrowth there blooms a simple violet flower, which has yet to fall from the vine.

I hope its good-

and then here's a little image with a dragon named Sybil!

"Don't you enjoy the flowers, with their beautiful petals and twinkling colors, dear wyvling?" (My term for little dragons I guess)

"Never." The little dragon spat. "Flowers bring death, and death is flowers!" She cried.

"Why, you are rather smarter than all your siblings. Too bad they didn't make it, and neither did you."

"Then- why am I still here?"

"Quite simple. Your new name is Sybil and you will guide the rest of the dragons into the afterlife for the rest of eternity. Isn't that lovely?"

"I prefer my actual name, Orchid."

"But I thought you disliked the flowers?"

"Wait.. that isn't it. You're doing something to me- STOP!" She cried. "I JUST WANNA GO HOME!"

"Everywhere is your home now, dear."



(and here's the conversation in dragon)


"Gnilvyw raed, sroloc gnilkniwt dna slatep lufituaeb rieht htiw, srewolf eht yojne uoy t'nod?"

"Reven!" The little dragon spat. "Srewolf si htaed dna, htaed gnirb srewolf!" She cried.

"Uoy did rehtien dna, ti ekam t'ndid yeht dab oot. Sgnilbis ruoy lla naht retrams rehtar era uoy, yhw."

"Ereh llits I ma yhw- neht?"

"Ylevol taht t'nsI. Ytinrete fo tser eht rof efilretfa eht otni snogard eht fo tser eht ediug lliw uoy dna libyS si eman wen ruoy, elpmis etiuq."

"Dihcro, eman lautca ym referp I."

"Srewolf eht dekilsid uoy thguoht I tub?"

"EMOH OG ANNAW TSUJ I!" She cried. "POTS!- em ot gnihtemos gniod er'uoy. TI T'NSI TAHT.. TIAW!"

"Raed, won emoh ruoy si erehwyreve."