The dragon laboured hard, exhausted from the long flight from her homeland, from the horrors that lurked there. No, don't think of them, she had to save her kit, even if it killed her. The sight of land had spurred her on, and reaching a landable sight, her body finally gave up on her. She crashed down on a large plateau. In doing so she nearly killed herself there and then. It was only a few minutes later that her last breath left her, and she closed her eyes for the last time.

The little dragon let out a high keening at her mothers death. She knew full well that she had died to save her, and she knew she would never forget it. She lay with her that night, and when she woke her mother was gone, her body disappeared: That happened to dragons when they died.
The little dragon stayed on that plateau, exploring the land around. She found a large beach with golden sands, which she named Amber Coast, and a large marsh covered in fog, which she called the Mist Marsh, for the fog never fully cleared. The large plateau she named Silver Plateau, for the colour in the rocks and the colour of her own skin.
Time passed and she grew strong, living off the land around the plateau. Then one day, as she was circling the sky above the plateau at dawn, a dark shadow obscured the light from her eyes. Flying towards her lands was a large creature, another dragon...