As if in a different, featherweight body, Lados turned his eyes to the sky. Blue-gray reigned as far as sight could reach. White, fluffy clouds journeyed in the gaseous sea, riding the waves of the wind. He stood there watching them shape shifting, expanding, forming and dissipating along their voyage. An unknown impulse urged him to focus on the mountains. He couldn't make out where the feeling welled from, but to him, it felt like a calling tickled his ears with its sweet, yet persistent melody. Was the Ox calling for him? He was indeed a man of the mountains, born in the confined plateau of Perrevi. Were its spirits in the know? Legends said, the crests of the Mountain Range used to be dragon dwellings, the ultimate protectors of the realm. Were the legendary dragons calling him? Did they even exist?
