The Legend
๐๐ฎ๐ญ๐ฒ๐ฌ๐ช๐ฝ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ฝ๐ธ ๐ช๐ต๐ต ๐ฝ๐ฑ๐ฎ ๐๐ป๐ช๐ฐ๐ธ๐ท๐ผ ๐ฝ๐ฑ๐ช๐ฝ ๐ธ๐ท๐ฌ๐ฎ ๐ป๐ธ๐ช๐ถ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ฝ๐ฑ๐ฎ ๐๐ช๐ป๐ฝ๐ฑ
"This was the dwelling place of a black serpentine dragon. They say he came with the mist one rainy day." The elder of the two said.
The cave echoed with resounding footsteps of the two brothers. It was raining outside the cave. The wind that blew amid the rain seemed to carry the rain across the dried up land. It had been quite a while since the last rainfall. The two took shelter inside the cave waiting for the rain to calm. The elder brother decided to tell his little brother a story while they waited in that cave that once spanned across two villages. The place in the cave wherein which the majestic dragon once rested his head was right there where they stood.
For years had the people forgotten the origin of the name by which their homeland now stands, the name that arose from a legend long forgotten, tainted and misunderstood. The land of clouds and mist. The 'Abode of Clouds' or the 'Home of the Mist Dragon'.
And on that rainy day, in that very same cave where the Dragon once dwell, the story of the Dragon's Abode was retold.
