Fur coated dragons drifted into the kingdom during the night, along with a fresh coat of ice.
Snow swirled from time to time, giving a false sense of innocence to the difusion of light.
Yet the dragons only carried a holy fire, so the people were not afraid when the fires broke out.
They had waited so very long for deliverance, from leaders gone rogue, only the guilty were burned.
The people were sober, it was not a time to rejoice, but they knew what the dragons had done, was right.
And the fur coated dragons returned to their kingdom, in the cover of night. The ice remained, yet silent.
Snow swirled from time to time, giving a false sense of innocence.
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