There was once a creature that a long time ago did not know it's name and was only interested in surviving, gathering food and hunting prey. One day it discovered light and heat that it could wield itself. From then on it grew eyes and saw brightly what was around it. The creature wanted more than just hunt and gather, so it found a way to grow and store food reliably. It then looked around it and saw great planes and mountains surrounding it and thought „I want to go there.“ So the creature ventured forth and went there. The creature then stumbled upon the sea, where fish were plenty and the plants exotic. The creature then l

Berga stood in front of the massive head of a dragon, its eye was fixated on Berga as if it were thinking about something. Ice cold and glowing breath was slowly seeping from its teeth filled mouth. The jaw was covered in spikes, forming a beard like structure of ice and scales. The head of the dragon was huge, surely a few buildings would fit alongside its skull. The big cavelike nostrils pointed towards North, creating the wind that Berga had to fight through. Right next to the dragon the cold was gone, it was as warm as in the more northern part of the ruins. The eye of the dragon was drifting for a while, as if searching for a thought, bu

As Berga saw it she had two options. Either stay here and try to dig her way out of the ruins into what was probably another collapsed cavern or to go deeper and find another way out. Thinking that there must be another exit, she started going back again towards the center of the cavern. This time she walked a bit faster, as she wasn't looking through every single house on the way to find some hidden treasures. Her life was a bit more important now than a loaf of bread in a week's time. Mentioning bread, Berga found the bread that had fallen out of her bag. Even though just a little fell out,  what did could save her life in the long run. She

After half an hour's rest Berga set out again, taking her torch and pot and storing the latter in her sidebag. Today was a bit unusual since Berga never went so deep into the ruins, but she'd already been through the higher part of the ruins and those were picked empty. Maybe some older pot shards were still around, but not much more. Berga wondered what time it was, since it was hard to tell in the darkness of the old ruins. There was no light but that of the torch and some luminous plants which had made it down here. Their lights were dim, but visible and they illuminated the walls all the way to the far end of the cavern. Either the olden