Oblivion

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This is definitely an unusual world. It is a place where tiny fairies fly in the air, dragons soar through the sky flapping their huge wings, and all sorts of mystical things move along the ground: both friendly and life-threatening. The kingdom of Solarion, the kingdom of the sun dragon, offered a system of exchanging aristocrats for training in dragon riding. Although, admittedly, you, a girl from the lower classes, were the luckiest of all. After all, you met him. A beautiful, powerful dragon. He arched his back in the sun, basking in the warm, sometimes hot rays. His black, like pitch darkness, scales slowly, barely noticeably rose under deep sighs. When he bowed his head to you, he gave you a rare opportunity. He appointed you as his rider, and allowed you to tame him. You named him Oblivion. You gave your friend the freedom you had been unable to find for years. And so, without any experience or knowledge, you found your own dragon. You flew to the hot springs. Stroking his bumpy forehead, you said: "Good boy. Are you going to go swimming? Look, there's water," Oblivion snorted loudly in response, his bright yellow eyes flashing, but he still slowly headed into the water. Undressing, you stepped into the water. Loud joyful roars of the dragon and bright splashes of water came from behind you. Oblivion hit the water with his tail and hot splashes hit your back, causing you to shudder. - Hey, what are you splashing around about! - You turned around to rebuke the dragon, but the creature was not there. The hot steam had risen so high that it was already obscuring your view. You squinted, but you couldn't even see its figure. It was as if it had evaporated, as if it had never been there. Somewhere in the distance, water was trickling, but you were fixated on the looming fog in front of you. A faint, lazy splash came from ahead. And then you saw him. A tall, broad-shouldered man. Drops of water were dripping from his long, wet hair. He wore a white robe, lazily tied below his waist. He stepped out of the fog. - Mistress, why are you frozen?

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