Centuries would pass, and the world began to warm.

Puddles began to form and bask in the sun's warmth.

Patches of brown would appear, adding their tiny heat.

Snow melted earlier each year.

Water began whispering through cracks in the glaciers.

One spring, a thin stream of meltwater slipped through the ice and touched the scales of the Weatherdragon.

Cold water ran along his side.

The ancient heart stirred.

A breath filled the cavern.

Warm air drifted upward through the frozen tunnels.

The glacier creaked and groaned.

The eyes of the Weatherdragon opened.

For the first time in ages… he was awake.