Kalecgos's Happy Life

Theramore's hot, humid weather was truly hard to endure for a Blue Dragon accustomed to Northrend's dry, bitter cold—especially Kalecgos, whose recent exhaustion had weakened his resistance.

A sudden, severe cold had knocked this weakest of Blue Dragons flat in bed.

He lay on the guest room bed, his head pounding, nose blocked, and throat dry and raw as if it had been scraped with sandpaper. Every breath came with a heavy rasp, and every muscle in his body ached. Kalecgos felt as though his life as a dragon had gone dim; he even began to miss The Nexus's icy wilderness.

"Achoo!" Another thunderous sneeze made his head buzz.

"Here, wipe yourself." A warm, damp towel was promptly handed to him, along with a gentle voice carrying a hint of reproach.

Malygosa sat by the bed, her face filled with worry. She carefully wiped the cold sweat from Kalecgos's forehead, then tucked the covers more securely around him.

"Maly... thank you..." Kalecgos's voice was hoarse and weak, thick with congestion. "I've... caused you so much trouble."

"Don't be silly." Malygosa shot him a reproachful look, though her eyes were full of heartache. "Do we need to say things like that to each other? Ever since we were young, when were you sick without me taking care of you?"

Her words left Kalecgos dazed for a moment, his thoughts drifting back to the distant past. Between The Nexus's glaciers, two young Blue Dragons had once chased and played together. He had always been the more reckless one, prone to getting into trouble, while she had always followed behind him, using her still-unpracticed healing magic whenever he fell or got hurt.

Time had passed, and both of them had grown into powerful adult dragons. They had weathered countless storms and had even,