Such is the curse that haunts Zephyr, one of the three immortal siblings.
As many times as she got reincarnated she breathed her last breath prematurely.
Each life fighting trying to fix ancient wrong. To forge a peace between humans and dragons.
Each life given to clear more of the hate and hunt down the ones igniting more flames.
As was this one.
Together with a thunder of dragons, Zephyr attacked a city of mages using lifes of others to empower their magic.
Yet as dangerous as each of them was, those weren't the main threat.
A mage who stole the powers of the guardian over the icern realm and caused magic to run wild there.
The mage who was the cause snowdragons having gone extinct.
And Zephyr couldn't prevent it. Couldn't prevent the death of her own race.

The dragons who went with Zephyr only had one task, to use the suprise attack and get down as many as possible.
To make any innocent civilians flee... as Zephyr took on a hooded figure and the rest of the mages.
She didn't know how the mage did get the better of iricire.
But as the blade cut her skin, she knew. She felt her body freezing, saw the stones slowly crawl up on her.
Gathering all of her magic to unleash a tropical cyclone.
Soon the lively streets were drowning in the water of the rain, the buildings started to crumble under the winds and lightnings filled the skies.
Once it'll be over, not a stone of the fundaments will be left standing.
And Zephyr turned to stone, lost just like that old relic.

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Fluff isn't Zephyr and is Zephyr.
It's the incarnation before the twins.

Artist for this beatiful scene was ^v^