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Verza looked down on the Earth from the heavens. On the top of the highest mount in Ayelia, a remote island off the southern coast of Yort. The island was a paradise for reptiles, it had a river of lava splitting the island in half, many reptiles were attracted to the heat, especially those that could swim. Verza looked over all of Yort and smiled. He had created most life, it was his warmth and fire that inspired passion and love into the souls of the world. It could be a great weapon when wielded properly, yet a terrible thing when uncontrolled.

Verza stood in the heavens, they seemed to float on a cloud thousands of kilometers in the sky. Verza could see all the living on the world though, for every single soul carried a part of him. Verza was in his godly form, a towering red dragon, also known as the Red Talon by some human tribes. Verza stood at fifty feet tall and almost a hundred feet long form smoke billowing snout to barbed tail. His full wingspan was vast as any canyon at about 200 feet. Verza let himself fall over the edge of his godly kingdom and plummeted towards the ground at great speed. Wind ripped past his wings letting out a screech as the air scraped over his scaley skin and the thin red membrane of verza's wings. The fire god fell head first towards the earth, he slightly spread his wings and directed himself towards Yort. Verza had business there that he needed help with from the mortals he had given life to.

Verza opened his mouth and let fire billow out, yet all this did was cloak him in intense, orange and yellow flames. Verza looked like a huge fireball plummeting to the earth towards a forest near a few small villages.