As I fall, spiraling down the sky, several eyes rise see me. They pray and wish and beg. And I hear them.

Tiana

"This is the third time."

The old soul in a young body plants her enormous blade into the rock, as if it were a pile of sand and not a solid surface. Tiana, the saint of Andea, raises her gaze towards the shining shooting star. Her blonde hair dances with a breeze. She's wearing a blue dress with white lace, and beautiful armor on top. She can feel the **** of change in it. The Dragonfall.

"I beg thee! Oh, mighty Dragon! Two thousand years ago I failed to protect a caravan! Those innocent people! Not only were they slain, but their souls were consumed, and remain tortured by the beast Baalphazran! The pain of my failure, the disappointment, the shame has been a burden on my shoulders and my heart, and will always be! I have protected everyone else these centuries! Consider those as a fraction of a compensation! Oh, new mighty Dragonlord! I wish for you to save the poor souls of those pilgrims! Take them from the endless **** of the beast's stomach and give them a second chance! Take anything from me, I beg thee!"

For a minute, there is only silence. Then, she hears the sound of chimes, and a beam of starlight falls upon Tiana. Around the saint, several lights appear, they slowly take the form of humans. And Tiana recognizes them, as their faces have been branded into her memory: it's the pilgrims. The lights solidify into physical bodies. And as the whole caravan appears on the rock, crying of happiness of getting a new chance in life, Tiana vanishes as she cries of happiness.

Ilithyia

"Milady, it is about to begin." The maid calls.

"It was about time!" Ilithyia says impatiently, getting up from her desk and rushing to the open window and the ample balcony. There it is! The shooting star. The Dragonfall. She hopes it lands at her family's house. She doesn't want to travel far. Ilithyia is wearing the finest red dress, with stocking, and lots of jewelry. Her long, wavy, blond hair is topped by a platinum tiara.

"Milady, are you sure...?"

"I'm positive! Of course it'll work! Now get out! It is my wish the dragon will hear, not yours!"

She gestures violently, and the maid rushes out of the chambers, while secretly wishing for the dragon to fall onto her lady and kill her.

"Alright, stupid dragon thing." She extends a piece of parchment where she's written her wish. She must not forget a single thing, and it has to be one single sentence, spoken unbroken. Right? She reads quickly and loudly. "I wish to be the richest woman in the world: one who has eternal youth, perfect hair all the time, the most beautiful singing voice ever, magic powers, and who never gets bored and has you as a ****, without paying anything for any of this!"

She waits. And she waits. And she waits a long minute. Two minutes. Two minutes and a half, and she's gotten ****.

"What's wrong, you stupid dragon??! Didn't you hear me?! You have to make my wish come true! My wish!" She stomps the floor once for each word. "MY WISH!! I bet it was that stupid maid! She ruined my wish! My perfect wish!! I'll have her fired! No, I'll have her killed!"

She feels something weird. A light has fallen onto her. She feels warm, as if she's floating.

"What? Yes! YES! I knew it! Haha! In your face, stupid dragon!! Now come to your new mast-"

Then, Ilithyia vanished.

Delathwyn

"The Dragonfall is upon us."

The ranger reaches down and touches the ground. She sighs with a broken heart. How can she still miss the Sacred Grove? She left long ago, and it still feels as if it was yesterday. Is the burden of her abandoning her family that heavy?

She looks up. There's nothing she can really do, but put all her hopes into one last, magical chance.

"I wish..." She starts, but she doubts. Will it work? "I wish the connection between the Sacred Groves and Asihlliel was restore as it was. I wish for... My Grove to teem with life again. I wish for Asihlliel to bless those lands once again!"

She is far from it, of course, so she wouldn't feel any changes in the Groves. But... Despite all odds, she does. She has the sensation of a thousand flowers blossoming in her chest, and the warm or light bathing her. Her long, straight, dark red hair flows with the wind. And she feels the voice of Asihlliel breaking the silence of her mind and lifting the weight over her shoulders.

And as she smiles, she vanishes.

Fuji

A gorgeous woman is sitting near a window. She's wearing a short, white kimono, which is open enough to show an amazing pair of large breasts. Both her clothes and her purple hair are decorated beautifully.

She knows the monks at the monastery guard it at all times. Guard her at all times. She is not to leave, and nobody is to enter. It's not that she wants freedom, it's she wants purpose. No. She has a purpose, but it hasn't been presented to her yet.

As she sighs, she sees a shining star in the sky, moving fast.

"Is this what has been foretold?" She wonders aloud. "The Dragongall? If it is, I wish to meet my true owner. The one who will give me purpose. The one who will make me feel... Alive..."

There's some seconds of silence, then she feels the light coming through the window bathing her. And she vanishes from her prison.

Taki

A very tall woman is training. She wields a pair of blades, kunai, chained together. She has amazing speed and dexterity, and the strikes she deals at the bamboo figures are precise. She has long horns on the top of her head, and a long, blond ponytail. Her huge breasts and big ass bounce at her every move, as her outfit is tight and skimpy.

"Why can't he be like that?" She's alone, so she complains aloud. "His father was so wise, so strong, and he... He's not a true emperor! I wish he was more like his father, like the man who remade me!"

Taki wouldn't see ir, as her wish was sleeping in the imperial quarters, but she will feel something changing around. She'll see herself bathed in light, and then she'll vanish.

Vemoura

This voice doesn't come from Elderia, but from a demonic plane. A winged demon lady, of pale skin, dark hair, horns and tail, wearing small, revealing armor, looks up at the darkened skies.

"So this is it. I sense it. Please be my passage out of here. Dragonfall! I wish to grant you one wish in exchange of an alliance with you! Take me with you and I'll do your bidding as far as my magic allows!"

A light bathes her. It feels strange, as light has never entered her realm so strongly. She grins as she vanishes.

Sephilia

"So, will the Dragonlord take me?" Asks the demon lady of bright pink skin, black hair and yellow eyes, winged and tailed, of amazingly sexy figure scantily dressed in red with jewel ornaments.

The demon she speaks to sighs.

"Yes. It's a Dragonlady. They'll be in charge of dealing with the four rebels, and I want you to help her."

"Oh, yeah! I can't wait to be her toy! A powerful dragon making me cum, how delicious!"

The other demon seems frustrated. He just snaps his fingers, and the ground under Sephilia turns black and mud-like. She quickly sinks in it as he teleports her away.

Ashiielwyn

Ashiielwyn opens her eyes. It has been so long since she did last time. She looks around and she sees her elven siblings, gazing at her with tears of happiness in their eyes. She slowly sits up on the wonderfully crafted bed she's lied for long.

"Mother?" She calls, and the most beautiful and gracious elf lady, wearing what seems to be an ethereal dress, approaches her. "Mother..."

"My dear child, the first of them. My beloved daughter. Welcome back"

"What has happened?"

"I lost you to a slumber after my connection to the Sacred Grove was severed. But it has been restored by the Dragonfall, so I can see you once again."

Ashiielwyn stands up with the help of her siblings.

"Is it the next Dragonfall? The Dragonlord has granted that wish?"

"One of our kin wished for it indeed. And the Dragonlady has agreed to a Pact with me. She shall help us regain what was lost. A peaceful, loving life for all elves."

"I see. I want to help, mother."

"So shall you. The Dragonlady has a blessing of mine already. You will go with her as the second one. Help her with anything she needs to achieve her goals. And you will give her the third blessing as well." She produces a ring in her hand.

Ashiielwyn nods. It takes her just a moment to be able to walk and keep balance on her own. Despite spending years sleeping, it's not much of an obstacle for the strongest of the elves. She quickly gets all her equipment ready, and puts on a very light but incredibly strong breastplate, as well as a gorgeous silver dress and fey ornaments on her head.

"Alas, I could only see you briefly once again." The elven goddess says. "But my heart rejoices knowing you will take part in the resurgence of our kin."

"I shall make you proud. You and all my sisters and brothers." She wields a spear that looks light and fragile, and seems more an ornamental staff than a weapon, but it is indeed a very powerful spear.

And with a kiss on her forehead, Asihlliel teleports her daughter away.