[i]The heat was unbearable. The wide blackened, cracked and steamed lands made things harder for her steed to journey further, but she had to go on. She had to see him again. Just one more time, she told herself over and over again. Throat parched she tried to suckle her tongue for any kind of spittle for refreshment but that was useless. She had to save her water, but she knew the more she journeyed the less there would be. It was probably gone by now. She would find shade but the clouds were ash covered and hardly let any light through but only trapped more heat. This god forsaken wasteland was Hell. She yanked her reins, stopped her steed. The maer panted and shook. Maybe she should turn back. She would die out here if she went any further. Salara didn’t care what other said about this place or her crazy mission. She wanted to see her precious Blackheart again. Just one more time.

The maer snorted and pinned its ears back and shuffled around. “Whoa, easy girl.” The steed reared as a large shape leaped onto the stones. Gems glowed alight, wings spread that only seemed to increase the size of the black beast. With red eyes piercing into her soul and perhaps judging the chaos dragon roared. If he had any sentience left she wasn’t sure but at least she got to see him one more time. [/i]

Was part of a contest but I didn't win sadly. XC oh well better luck next time. This may be an excerpt to my story but eh it plays differently sometimes. Salara finds Blackheart in his lands and trying to reason with him.