Serenade Our Saviour

She stood alone atop the sand dune, scanning the sky for their approach. Her eyes were slits of deep violet, piercing in rarity. At a distant roar from overhead, she began to hum, a low croon that stroked the desolate horizons.

Moments later, she felt them. Strong leathery wings beat the air, casting torrential gusts of wind through the desert, enveloping her in a whirlwind of sand. A wide grin split her features as she opened her mouth to sing, swallowing sand as she did.

Her voice cut through the wind, clear for naught could resist her will. Dragons came into view, their wings flapping furiously against the power of her unearthly melody. A gleam in her eye, she pushed her song further, standing motionless even as the dragons fought their way closer.

Flames shot in her direction, hitting an invisible wall and exploding into the sand-filled sky. She raised her arms above her head, thrusting her palms out towards the dragons as her song crescendoed to a boundless height. Relentless, she poured all she had into her cadence, a song of thousands, yet come from one alone.

The dragons began to falter and fail as she stared them down. With a few final, choked attempts at setting her alight, they were blown back, wings in tatters as the desert itself rejected them.

As the last of them disappeared, her song shattered, its momentum stolen. She collapsed into the embrace of the soft sand. Her eyes closed as the wind aided her burial; within moments it was as if she had never existed.

Beneath the now empty land, she lay still, her final breath sliding from her body. A wicked smile on her lips, she fell to the tranquility of dreams.

Where she'd remain until her power was awoken again.

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