Feathered Dragon

From the chronicles of Coton:

Amid oceans of disaster, a small island of plumage holds us afloat.

Lotil, the featherworker, and I greet the passing of the monsters from Palul like the birth of a new day. The village lies in ruins below us, the inhabitants slain or fled. Only a few buildings, such as Lotil’s house, still stand, passed by the horde in random whimsy,

In this mercy, I sense the destiny of this old blind man and the necessity of my aid to him. We are bound together now,

not just by the danger we have endured, but also by the road that beckons before us.

The horse of the strangers stands ready to carry us, and on this new day we prepare to embark. Both of us have dreamed vividly of the great pyramid in the desert, with its vibrant colors and the secret wonders, concealed beneath the surrounding sand.

The vision of pluma tells us where we must go.

And Qotal! The Plumed One will soon be here, and we understand that die great pyramid will be the place of his arrival. The horse, when we have mounted, carries us toward the south, toward the altar of the Feathered God’s advent.

Both of us sense the rightness of the horse’s course.