At last...

Even through the thundering snowstorm he had managed to see, what clearly was his master's cavern.

To some this place would be known as the Nexus, to him, it was home...and what remain of him and his.
"Fools, fools...mortals should not press their word, on matters the were beyond their knowlegde, who are they to jugde us" the young dragon muttered, as he placed his claws on the cold ice and folded his large silver wings.

The large shape gave a snort, and started toward the cavern of his Flight, passing by countless creatues that had not been as clever as to leave before, a vast breath of magic would eventually, freeze or tear them to shreds. Despite them being either dead of incupated in ice, Dalragos found himself dwarfed by some of the creatues, and they did get even his spine to feel limb and cold for a moment. Again he snorted at himself...He entered the vast cavern.
As he walked through the endless halls, he was always towered by great statues, raised in honor of the fallen, before all sanity had at last left this place, and it's owner.. Now at least, could once again be heard, the sounds of young and elders...few, and their sounds distant..but a hope, in this citadel of the unsane.
He sences tingled, and a sensation of honor strifed his mind, as he entered the grand chamber. In front of him stood a gargantuan dragon, yet thin, his scales the color of deep sea, and snow...through these colors seemed to change constantly, few would see the real color in first glance. His eyes...the deep and drawing eyes, offering the greatest magic, seeking you to subdue, in wish for his powers and guidiance...that would be the effect on mortals however. Dalragos spread his wings wide, and pulled them backwards, he then kneelt.

"My Greetings to you my Lord Malygos, Hand of Magic" he said in clear tone. The great dragon smiled, revealing a smile that to some, might have seemed equal to some mad jester.
"Young Dalragos, how fare you...fare you?"
"I am well, my Lord...But I were wondering, wondering as to wh"
"Why I called? Is that so? Knowing your curious nature, I would have thought I could spare much needless babble, babble" The great dragon said with a wry grin.

"You were called because of this..." The great dragons deep blue orbs flared, and a book came into being. In front of him, a book the size of his one wing, covered in blue leather and bejewled with various gems, a golden lock on each side of the cover. The book flew open, with no sound from the lock, and revealed The World of Azeroth. Although no normal book at first sight, it certainly wasen't now, as Dalragos looked closer, green lines appeared over what first seem a huge scale map, all the lines running out from the Maelstrom.

He knew what this was..."The Arcanomicon.." he said silently, revealing his startled state of mind to his lord...

"Indeed, that's why you're here...I brought you, so that you would learn of what there is to come, look closer"

And he did, not that he could do anything else..then he saw it or rather felt it...The ley lines...for that was, what they were, slowly changed course...The magical veins turning to the North, toward the Nexus.

"But why!?" Dalragos quickly steeled himself, he should not question or shout at his master.

"Simple, the younger races have been toying for long enough, magic is loose, unchecked and wild...I will manage them, manage the magic, and rid us of their stupidity, before it becomes ours once more" Malygos moved silently down the glacial stairs, settleing just infront of the smaller and much younger dragon, revealing a saneness that hadn't been seen upon the leviathans face for millinia.

Dalragos could only barely protest "But ma..Master!"

"No buts, it's our course, our mission, what we where born to do"

Dalragos could protest no more, and bowed his head..."As you wish, my Lord"

Dalragos was too fuzzled to, mind the sensation of flight and freedom...

He thought of his mission, his allegiances...The Kirin Tor...The Blue Dragonflight...Magic for the younger races or not. He could see his master's wit, this was a grand plan, but a risky and dangereus one too, and it would involve him servering all ties with the younger races...Would he dare? Would he dare stand for their rights, stand with those he was meant to spy on? Or would he live ín world, as the dragon he was, under magic monopoly his flight...

A red flash suddenly appeared in the distance...Dalragos brought his sences into play, and forgot the minddrifting...something alive was there, something magical, he now heard a roar...A dragon...A red dragon.