The left brother flared his horned crests as another of his high-pitched trills echoed through the air. The middle brother's eyes narrowed, rattling their tails as he strained to look through the thick cloud of smoke that filled the crater. There was a presence approaching far too quickly for it to be any of the stragglers that barely clung to life from their arrival. Suddenly, the right brother's head whipped around, lips curling into a snarl. It was a power the dragon took great pride in, knowing that after all their travels there wasn't a being that could ever hope to rival them. With a roar more akin to a cackle, they outstretched their wings, a curtain of thunderless lightning surrounding them. He could feel the wave of heat from the destruction warm their scales, a surge of power growing from the tips of their talons to the edge of their wings. The right brother hissed, nipping back at his superior. With a shrill cry, he turned to his brothers, nipping at their throats to rouse them from their disorientation. The Golden Demise's work had already begun. A reptilian smile, cold and calculating, sliced across his visage.Īll around him was the remnants of an oasis - trees uprooted from the scorched earth, what was once a lake thriving with life was now barren, the bed of soil cracked and sizzling from the rain of fiery debris. With the flick of a forked tongue the dragon tasted fire and brimstone in the air. In a matter of minutes his mind was already exiting the haze of the impact, racing with thoughts too quickly to count. Not unlike the many he had seen in his long, long life. With them he beheld a strange world, foreign but not unfamiliar. The middle brother was the first to open his eyes. Earth, 65 million years ago: Yucatán Peninsula, Mexico
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