It was an ironic sight…the Life-Binder was now making her way through the Dragon-Blight. This little place was the official ‘grave-yard’ for the Dragon-flights.

Her reason of being there? The burial of victims of the ‘revolt’ within the Wymrest Accord. Or rather the ‘aggressors’ as her own flight described it, seeing that the Black-Dragon flight was always the aggressor, always the villain.

It was more than common now for the Red Dragon Flight to take up arms against those who threatened Azeroth, yet this was now a mere opportunistic attempt to rid of a already small bastion Neltharion could use as an army.

Mortals would call this act a genocide attempt, to get rid of the last opposition to their hegemony of their power. In true; she saw that as the case now.

The Red Dragon flight never saw it as a battle between good and evil, only a struggle between who shall become a dominant player in the world. Oh how the irony hit her mindset, causing her to perform a ’self-exile’ for about five months.

 A time to think was now, think about how she could solve this problem or even…leave the dragon flight. But that was too rash of a thought, and so a small sigh left her. The heat of her breath formed a small cloud of steam.


A simple reaction to the cold weather, which the Dragon-Blight had constantly. Mortal measurements of the weather had it in; “Below 30 degrees Celsius in winter months, 0 degrees Celsius during spring and summer months.”


Although, much to her luck, the Life-Binder found a small cave entrance in this endless grave-yards of fallen heroes. Gliding with graceful speed, she arrived at the darkened site.

To her surprise, with a bit horror, there were several humanoid skeletons within its boundaries.  It seemed some adventurers during the Nexus War had lost their way…and met a slow death.

With a cast of her eyes, her sight came to view a small placement of rocks that could suffice for a ‘rest’ if she wanted to sleep with her back straight.

Yet before this, she cast a blaze of fire in the center of the cave. This would provide the necessary heat in order to survive a night or two within the cave. If she excluded the other necessities of life…such as food or water.

Before she could even begin to think on such matters, the every so hardening cold began to force her into a ‘fetal’ position in order contain her warm.

Then…it was almost as if time itself ignored her existence, as she felt centuries move pass her when only it might have been a few minutes. Ten to twenty minutes passed by her, feeling as if it was twenty centuries that had gone by.

Slumber beckoned her, soothed her conflicts with nature, her Dragon-Flight and within her own being. Slowly she drifted off into her dreams, to escape the damnation of this world and enter a new world.

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Within this dream, the ideal world of Alexstrasza was seen. All were at peace, all life flourished in Azeroth and the Dragon-Flights were united in brotherhood.

Its as if the Old Gods, the corruption of Chaos, never existed. There was no Horde, no Alliance, no form of opposition against this peace.

The magical Blue Dragon-Flight aided the magic wielders, turning them into great scholars and sorcerers. Under the leadership of Malygos, all information was given to mortals of their new found powers of elemental and natural magic.

The timeless Bronze  Dragon-Flight, under the hierarchy of Nozdormu, maintained the stability of time. Everything went in the direction of peace and happiness, no wrong doing was created that would harm life.


Her sister, Ysera, and her Dragon-Flight led the druids in peaceful co-existence with nature. There they found true enlightenment, finding their answer to life.

And finally…Neltharion’s Dragon-flight, along with her own, were side-by-side in defending Azeroth. Life and Earth, Binder and Warder.

This alternative reality to Alexstrasza was pure bliss…but it changed somewhat. A notice of this would be where the Earth-Warder seemed more attractive and attracted towards her.

At first? It was mere play, toying herself with the possibility that was. But in this current dream, something happened which had it’s own subtext.

Neltharion, blazed with his black scales, was beside the Life-Binder as they watched the sun set on another glorious day within Azeroth. She cooed a bit, reaction from being very close to the best-friend who has been with her through and through.

Yet his next action made her blush and back away from him…it was a lick on the cheek, his red tongue with such silver words to explain faults touching her red scales. Having them become a red azure in  comparison to the twilight sky.

“E-Earth-Warder!”, Alexstrasza retorted immediately after this action. But the black-jet dragon gave a fine smirk, speaking with such elegancy to her ears it was almost as if an angel was speaking to her.


 “Life-Binder, you should not act as if you need not want this…transaction. I was just simply following your moves, almost as if it was a graceful dance. Even if you had not intended me to follow your ‘smooth moves’…just by the fascinating color that you now show, red, it is obvious you enjoyed what I bestowed upon thee. And I bestowed only one thing that you indeed want, my Queen.”, his remarks still putting himself as an innocent being following only what he viewed were moves to be followed.

A mere pout came from the Life-Binder, being forced to a position where she can barely explain the blush and her ‘smooth moves’…though she managed to state; “Neltharion…I-I am blushing simply because that type of touch that is generally shared by consorts or lovers! Which we are not…And what evidence do you have of my so-called ‘moves’?”