As Launairk entered the ancient temple carved into the stones of the mountain in Xen'drik, he halted his steps for a moment, perplexed, in disbelief, as he saw in distance, a red draconic figure, above its head, a smaller, seemingly wyrmling one.

"This image... I have seen it before, when they sent us to find a temple here..." Launairk thought loudly, "Its not possible, is it? The prophecy is... Demanding my death?"

"Not just yours.", behind him, Throdigasyx stepped in and looked at another corner of the temple, seeing an image of herself, being ridiculed and killed by her parents, ancient red dragons. "Me too. They seek our deaths for what know."

Ilzirathrax also had seem her own death, defeated by a group of gold dragons, led by a distinguishable dragoness, “Nimarene.”

“Whatever you two found in your little trip here before... It has cursed us now.” Throdigasyx snarled, “Does the prophecy thinks we seek to free the demons?!”

“Does it? But why...” Launairk thought loudly.

“Someone is hiding a thought here.” Ilzirathrax growled, “One of us seeks to free Tiamat, don’t we? The demon that sought to manipulate us chromatic dragons, by turning into a being we now worship as a goddess. Who has had nightmares past nights?”

Throdigasyx and Launairk looked at each other, confused.

“She torments us with endless nightmares, with the promise they will stop once we achieve what she seeks, to be freed upon Eberron.” She continued.

“I did.” Throdigasyx muttered, “She whispers in my mind, and she NEVER leaves. Tiamat says that I must kill you two, continue this journey alone...”

“And do you intend to, mother?” Launairk said, stepping ahead towards her.

“No.” Throdigasyx snarled, “No. I know better. I have seen my own death, blessed the prophe