Something new :v
Also a little different than usual. More? You decide.

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The storm had hit abruptly. It began with a momentary illumination of the sky, as an aurora swept through the world's atmosphere, bathing the planet's surface in beautiful hues of blue and green. The subtle shaking of all things and the failure of electrical equipment had followed, lasting only seconds before the climax of the event arrived.
Gaaren had experienced the storm as many others had, being made aware of it when the unusual light from the sky shone through the windows of his home, giving the dull, lantern lit armory room a soft turquoise tint for only a few moments. The room, or, the building, proceeded to vibrate gently as the one electrical device in the room- A radio, suddenly cut out with a sharp fizzle. Before he could begin to wonder about the unusual occurrences, the dragon was surprised by the sudden appearance of a glowing blue-green mist around the smaller form of Lyle the nightwolf... And also, he realized, around himself. Briefly, to his shock, the mist around his friend had brightened and, with alarming haste, burned the nightwolf seemingly out of existence.
"...Gaar?"
The black and gold robe Lyle had been wearing, and the eastern swordstaff be had been inspecting, both remained, and quickly dropped to the floor, the weapon making a high clanking sound as it hit the stone surface.
Lyle had vanished entirely, and a second later, Gaaren had followed. The mist didn't bring with it any feeling of pain, instead, the dragon had, in that brief moment, felt his entire body shudder, including the parts of himself that had already begun to vanish. Everything then went dark, as the voracious mist devoured the rest of him in as much time as Lyle had been consumed by it.

Gaaren awoke to the pleasant sensation of a soft breeze sweeping over his body, and the feeling of large leaves beneath him as he lay on his back. The dragon yawned and opened his eyes, expecting simply to find himself in his garden after taking a nap. But, when he found himself surrounded by large yellow blades of grass that blocked out everything around him, the dragon felt only perplexion which soon gave way to more nervous inner thoughts.
Was the sky supposed to be green?
Gaaren sat up and rubbed the back of his head. There was a slight feeling of disorientation that wasn't letting him think straight, and he waited a few moments before trying to move again. The dragon relaxed, tilting back and propping himself up with his elbows.
This place, wherever it was, wasn't where he was supposed to be. Last he remembered, he was in his home, it was late in the night, and Lyle had been with him. The nightwolf, now, was now no longer beside him. With his thoughts now a little clearer, Gaaren realized that he was now without the shorts he had just been wearing, before that bizarre mist had spread over his body and disappeared him to... Where? The wind's touch left him cool, though, the dragon could feel small beads of sweat all over his bare body, made colder by the blowing air.

"Lyle...?"
Gaaren called out at an ordinary volume. He had a feeling the nightwolf wasn't anywhere close by, but nevertheless, felt it necessary to investigate. The dragon rose to his feet, easily clearing the tall grass when he stood up, feeling the soft soil shift beneath his feet as it conformed to the shapes of his soles and toes. The large blades were only about four feet in length, but they were also unusually wide, and looked thicker than ordinary grass. The breeze was rustling the golden blades, brushing them against Gaaren's lower body.

The dragon's maw opened a little in surprise as he took in the view around him, inhaling deeply and breathing the air back out through his nostrils along with tiny orange embers.
Without the grass obscuring his view, Gaaren saw the enormity of the landscape in all its natural glory. Surrounding him, seemingly for miles, an entire plain of the yellow long grass with gigantic trees and bushes breaking up the pure yellow sea of blades. The trees, truly colossal things, even the smallest of which easily passing one hundred feet in height, were of a warm brown color with leaves that varied between several hues of red, yellow and orange. The bushes were, more typically, green, but atypically, massive, to the dragon's eyes. Beyond the field, were yet more trees, hills, and natural rock formations, and more distantly, mountains, the sheer size of which eclipsed even the largest mountains Gaaren had seen in his years of travels. It seemed, to Gaaren, that the entire landscape stretched on and on, where the massive natural objects didn't hide it, and in certain directions, he could even see buildings, formed of stone, metal and glass and some sized such that they must contain thousands of floors, even some of the smaller structures being large enough for several dozen. Gaaren turned around, and immediately, was struck with confusion when he found, about thirty feet away from him, a lone flower.

It was huge.

The stem wasn't particularly thick- When the dragon approached it, he realized it was only as wide around as his wrist- And yet, it was three times his height. Attached at the base of the stem, was a large green leaf, big enough, Gaaren thought, for him to use it like a cloak were he to tear it off. The petals of the flower were also quite large. There were four of them atop the stem, all white, thin membranes pointing up toward the sky, surrounding a small orb of yellow pollen.

Besides the size, it seemed to be nothing more than an ordinary flower. The dragon felt the unsettled feelings in his gut spread around the entirety of his body, and looked around again.
It seemed the field he was standing in was atop a massive hill, for it overlooked a huge amount of land in every direction, giving him a view of two separate collections of buildings in opposite directions. Cities?

...Gaaren suddenly picked up a surprising sound, from somewhere to his distant left. Something not unrecognizable to him, though, in this strange place, he thought, he could be mistaking it. A low, rough growl that ended with a brief roar.

A warning cry, of a wild dragon?

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