Meeting the Dragon Elders
The dragons flew at an astounding pace, but Zell had no issues holding on. They flew past many islands before approaching a massive storm. Heavy rain, high winds, and an uneasy sea.
"The isle of dragons is just beyond that storm." Obsi said. "So odd going home again."
The storm battered them as they went through it. "This must be a hurricane!" Zell said. "We had those in my old world, did massive damage."
Within minutes the dragons had pierced the storm and entered the eye, where a small island sat surrounded by calm and tranquil waters. There were lush greeneries and Zell recognized the architecture from the history book. Buildings were crafted from stone with large columns and remarkably lofty ceilings. "Looks almost roman." He said as they descended.