Cracked Tyria - From the perspective of Primeangel
Primeangel was a cheery elder dragon most of the time. She enjoyed mischievous pranks and her anime sessions with the sylvari once a week. Today however, Prime was not feeling all that well.
Atop Mt. Maelstrom, in her cave she lay there. It was immediately evident something was wrong as the sylvari entered the cave for their weekly anime marathon. Today they were going to watch Puella Magi Madoka Magika, just the 3 movies, but they found Prime fast asleep on her couch-like bolder. The air was slightly cooler then usual, which was odd. Normally Primeangel’s body alone gave off enough heat to easily make any room she was in a sauna.
Suddenly Prime let out a sickly groan. This caused all of the sylvari to rush out of the cave and stare inside. Thump..Thump..Thump.. This was the sound of Prime getting up and slowly making her way to the entrance of the cave. Groooaaannn... She didn’t sound too well. She poked her head out of the cave, looking slightly wobbly. “Sorry guys.. I don’t think we can have our weekly-” she couldn’t finish as she began to have a coughing fit. With her final cough she accidentally coughed a fireball.. Nearly scaring the sylvari senseless. “S-sorry.. I’m a bit sick you see... come back next week instead.” she said dryly and with that she collapsed back asleep right there.
The Sylvari walked back home and would return the next week.










