Jayce Elazarius, a dragon who's lived for quite some time, who's seen and experienced things from various lands; had found himself in a predicament like none other before. As he walked across the swampish lands of the south eastern portion of the island he had come across, he found himself shivering in the marsh as he heard voices he had- at one point- thought he'd never hear again. His golden eyes dull as the cold seemed to set in, deep into his bones. A feeling he was unfamiliar with-the cold. His breath short, jagged, labored and weak, he rolled the eyes around to take in the fading scenery... how had he come to be like this? How had he fallen to something of such insignificance...? His vision began to cloud as he let out a defying hiss. No... Not yet... Please. He pleaded with whatever higher being there might be. He didn't expect an answer as his eyes closed, a single tear rolling down his jaw from his cheek...