642 Mockery

Revek Rexeris dragged his body across the cavern floor, scraping the rocks with his skeletal ribs... and he stared into the pool of white fish... at his reflection.

Instead of magnificent red scales and powerful curvature of his horns... he saw... the skull of a defeated dragon.

Green flames in the black sockets of his eyes... weathered bone, yellowed by age... marred with cracks from the crushing blows of the Leviathan's heavy limbs. His left horn... sawed off... by men... with naught but evil and greed in their hearts. 

Revek Rexeris was no longer fit to call himself a dragon... not even a pathetic excuse for one. 

He was... undead... a dracolich. A cursed existence to both men and his kin, alike. 

Her ghost stood behind him... her green eyes sparkling in the pool's reflection... still as beauteous as he'd remembered. She... was the greatest treasure he'd ever known. 

⊰ Why, then Revek Rexeris... have you not yet moved on? ⊱