It was midday on our island. The floating island we love so much. From overtop, it appears a floating country, with plains, mountains and many forests. From below, it appears to be a set of heavy rock spikes, stalactites, waiting to impale the unwary. The calm sun rose over our secret mountain which had a large hall within. Nobody knows exactly HOW we got here. Some say we are remnants of an early era of people called 'Avatars'. Some say we were brought here by dragons. Still others say that we ARE dragons. It's a rather interesting concept, but I believe we just are. The many boys within the hall play fireball, or throw tflashbangs in the ai