A Journey That Changed The World.

Archer ceased his flight and suspended himself in the sky, observing the caravan from a safe distance. He saw the group in a fierce battle against a horde of skeletons from his vantage point.

As he drew nearer, he realized that the caravan was on the brink of being overwhelmed. With a quick idea forming in his mind, Archer cast bolts of light, launching them at the skeletal attackers to turn the tide of the battle.

The bolts struck the groups, reducing them to dust, and he laughed as he fired more light bolts, completely decimating them. He descended about ten meters behind the caravan and dismissed his Draconis form.

Everyone who was standing by the caravan was staring at him with expressions of fear and wonder. He saw a group of eight adventurers and about twenty caravan guards. Some were human, while others were Demi-humans.

Archer walked toward the procession, seeing a tall figure caught his eye. The man approached him from the front of the group, his confident stride and elegant clothing marking him as someone of importance.

"Good day, young man," the man said.

Extending a hand in greeting so Archer could reach it. "My name is Yahir Beshara, and I am a merchant of some renown in these parts."

Archer took the man's hand, noting the firm grip and shrewd look in the man's eyes. ''Archer.''

He closely observed Yahir, he noticed that he has a tanned complexion. The man's brown eyes sparkled with warmth and friendliness, and his long black hair was neatly combed and fell down to his shoulders in loose waves.

He is wearing a traditional Arabian-like thobe, a long flowing robe extending down to his ankles. The thobe is made of lightweight cotton and a deep blue shade. Over his head, he wears a keffiyeh, a traditional headscarf made of cotton or silk.

The keffiyeh is white with a black and red checkered pattern, and it is wrapped around his head in a way that covers his forehead and drapes down his back.

Archer could see that the thobe and keffiyeh are adorned with intricate embroidery and patterns. The two of them examined the other before Yahir spoke. "Why is a young boy alone in these parts? It's not safe.''

He looked at four beautiful horns from the sides of his head, and Archer stared into the man's eyes as he answered."I'm adventuring and also looking for the dragon-kin people."

Yahir stared at him in surprise. "I know there are dragon-kin in the port city of Sunhaven, which is on our journey to Aquaria City. Do you want to travel with us?''

Sera popped her head out of Archer's collar as she started staring at Yahir, making his eyes widen with shock. He stuttered out, "A Tinnin? How did you find one?"

Archer looked at her little head as he stroked her before telling the man how he met her. ''I saved her from a group of Jungle Wolves."

Sera crawled up and lay on his shoulder while dismissing Yahir, staring with amazement at her.

"That's quite a shock. Not many people get to see a Tinnin. They're a favorite among Mahrazian children."

Archer nodded and agreed to travel with them but asked him a question. ''Where did the skeletons come from?''

Yahir got a nervous look and didn't want to mention it, but Archer insisted. ''There's a dungeon to the west. It once was a temple to the sand goddess whom the peoples there once worshipped, but it's overrun nowadays; we would report the skeletons once we were in Sunhaven when we got there.''

Archer's eyes shined, and the man didn't notice, he told Yahir. ''I'm going to go to that dungeon; you carry on traveling, and I'll catch up.''

He stepped backward and activated his Draconic Form. ''Draconis.''

Yahir saw his gleaming white wings appear and watched as Archer flexed his claws. He crouched down and launched himself in the air.

He flew west across the hot desert. Archer soared over the hot and barren landscape; the sun beat down on his wings, and the dry air scorched his white skin.

Below him, he saw odd-looking beasts roaming around, their bodies adapted to survive in this harsh environment. The sand stretched endlessly in every direction, broken only by the occasional rocky outcropping or twisted, gnarled tree.

After an hour of flying, Archer's eyes caught sight of a massive mountain dune that stretched high into the sky. Its peak was lost in the swirling sandstorms, but Archer could sense the power from within.

He knew this was his destination. With a determined flap of his wings, he soared toward the mountain. Upon arriving at the dune, he ceased flying and hovered in the air, activating his AD to scan the area.

Archer received a few pings from his left and flew in that direction. He saw a river of skeletons pouring out of the only entrance of the giant dune.

He began firing bolts made of the light element and rapidly mowed down numerous skeletons, effectively clearing the entrance.

Once he saw no more skeletons, he descended to the sand. As soon as he did, Sera stopped clinging to him and started flying around. Archer watched in awe as the little fairy dragon Sera flitted around him, her wings beating so fast they were a blur.

Her small body seemed to glow with an inner light, and her movements were so graceful and fluid that Archer couldn't help but be mesmerized.

As she darted back and forth, her tail trailing behind her like a ribbon, It was as if he was witnessing a small miracle, a creature of pure magic and beauty dancing before him.

He simply stood there, watching her with a smile as he started walking into the dungeon's entrance. Archer walks deeper into the desert-themed dungeon and comes across a sight that takes his breath away.

In front of him lay a ruined ancient-looking city built by the Mahrazian peoples, its sandstone buildings and minarets rising from the sand like ghosts of a forgotten past.

The city was a maze of narrow streets and winding alleys, lined with crumbling buildings and deserted marketplaces.

The air was thick with the scent of spices, but they had a hint of decay. Eerie echoes of laughter and chatter made it seem as if the city was still alive with the ghosts of its former glory.

As Archer walked along, Sera landed on his head and held onto one of his horns, watching over him as her little tail swayed. He didn't dismiss his Draconic Form, as he felt he was being watched.

The hair on his back stood up, and he knew that danger could lurk around any corner. That's when he came across a large, empty plaza. Archer saw broken stalls and ruined carts, and he continued walking when he heard footsteps behind him.

Spinning around to see nothing there, apart from a breeze blowing leaves everywhere, he realized he was not alone in this deserted city. As he was searching the city a dense fog descended upon it, when Archer spotted it he sighed as he mumbled to himself.

''For fuck sake, more fog.''

When he was complaining to himself, his Aura Detector quickly warned him of a sudden incoming attack, covering him and Sera with his wings as something tried latching on to him but couldn't.

With a flick of his wing, he sent the creature hurtling into a nearby wall, causing it to slump to the floor.

Archer walked over to the corpse, and his eyes widened when he recognized the creature, similar to those he fought in Blackwood Pass. But they looked more frenzied, with sharper teeth, longer claws, and a more refined body, stabbing the beasts with his claws.

After swiftly decapitating the creature, he retrieved its heart and stowed it away. With a burst of energy, Archer sprang to his feet, his senses on high alert. The footsteps echoed in his ears, growing louder and more menacing with each passing moment.

He spun around just in time to see another creature charging at him, teeth bared and claws extended. Without hesitation, he summoned the power of the cosmos and erected a shimmering violet shield, deflecting the creature's attack with ease.

As more creatures closed in on him, Archer focused his mind and unleashed a barrage of light bolts, sending them hurtling toward his foes.

With each blast, he felt his strength growing and his confidence surging. Determined to find anything of value in this desolate city, Archer took to the air, soaring above the twisted buildings and dodging the creatures that pursued him.

Archer had to dodge their jumps constantly, so he flew higher, and when he did, he saw a massive temple in the distance.

Flapping his wings and speeding up, he arrived at the temple quickly. The old Mahrazian people's temple stood tall and proud, its once magnificent walls now crumbling with age.

[If there are any mistakes, point them out, and I'll edit it. Thanks]