The warmth of the sun glimmered off my skin and I could feel the shift of coins beneath the weight of my body. Stretching out my claws they raked slowly through the gold causing it to shift and ripple into smaller mounds from the large mountain of wealth I was stretched upon. I could smell the gold and to me it was like a sweet meat that made my scales rumble in a shiver of pure pleasure. I was home. I was in my true form. I could hear the rumblings of the other dragons in the chambers not too far away.
The mocking laughter that drifted against the temple stones dug deep to my soul, as my claws shifted and twisted into nothingness. The land became dark and I was now looking up into the eyes of a woman. A dwarven woman that held me close. I was tiny and frail and despite my cries of protest from being yanked from Bahamut’s temple, I knew my fate was sealed. The woman smiled at my protests, to her they were nothing more than a wail of a tiny babe showing perfect strong lungs.
Snapping my head up I felt the bedroll shift as I bolted up from my sleep. Yet another dream to tease me of things to come or of things of the past. I sighed heavily and gathered my things looking around at my surroundings.
I am so tired of this god forsaken land. I keep my holy symbol close and keep my faith kindled, but I could see how easy it would be for those trapped here to loose faith. The sky is always dark even during the brightest portion of the day.
This place has a foreboding about it that makes one feel like they are a fish in a glass bowl being stared at all the time. I feel like looking over my shoulder and that someone is laughing at all our attempts to escape here. The only solace I have is my prayers and my dreams.