The Promised Land

  And with that the Fierran arrived by a secret SunPath to the Isle of Asyria. The lush green vegetations and the sparkling cool water was of the most beautiful variety. This surely was the Promised Land that Queen Nedra and the Priestesses had prophecied! The weary group of about three hundred reached the beach and sank to the ground with relief. Good solid earth beheath their feet and a cool crisp breeze, ahh! The next few days were full of joyfull reconnaissance, the great Isle seemed to welcome the People of Ruthnar with open arms, drawing them in with hospitality.
   One day, as the Queen and King were taking a promenade in the nearby woods with a young warrior, a great apparition formed from the misty glow of the woods. It was then that the Fierran looked upon, for the first time, the majestic face of the DragonKing.

  The King of the ancient dwellers of the Isle of Asyria, as He called it, spoke to the three in a thundering voice that echoed throughtout the woods. He told them that the Dragons had been following their great journey from the buring lands of Ruthnar and had sent the AngelMessenger in the nick of time in order to save the People from the collapsing landbride.
   " The landbride arises from the depths of the Daer Sea once every thirty years and sinks down after three days. It was fate that made the Priests look upon your peril in time to save you from drowning", said the Voice.
   The three bowed thier heads in acknowledgement and in awe.
   The Promised Land, the Isle of Asyria as the Dragon King call it, was a country of great mysterious. But it was good to know that there was a greater force looking down from the heavens upon them, benevolently.