Illymoyas slowly woke from her long slumber and gracefully stretched her slender azure body, lovelier than it had been months before.
Her dragon bloodline ensured that each time she woke from sleep, her strength grew.
Feeling the new power surging through her body, Illymoyas turned her magnificent, imposing vertical pupils toward the entrance to her lair.
She thought she had just heard that human's voice.
A beautiful Blue-Dressed Girl appeared on the streets of Free City.
She looked like a sheltered noble girl, intensely curious about everything around her, though her manners and reserve kept her from doing more than casting inquisitive glances.
The Blue-Dressed Girl was Illymoyas's Avatar. She walked through the ever-changing Free City without drawing anyone's attention.
It seemed that every time she woke, Free City had changed beyond recognition...
Even the people and things she had once known now seemed familiar and strange at once.
When had that lush tree grown so much taller than the City Lord's Mansion? Why were there so many clusters of Villages and wheat fields in the Outskirts? There seemed to be more pedestrians on the streets and more ships in the port. And why did two railway tracks run east from a new building called the Station?
Illymoyas saw Grasti trailing a little girl like a lackey. She saw Yumirs and Kritalia using their magic to pick on the only White Dragon in Free City.
Everything before her felt both familiar and foreign.
Perhaps Free City would change even more by the next time she woke...
A strange feeling that she did not belong here welled up in Illymoyas. It grew stronger as she wandered through Free City's streets and alleys.
"There is a bird that cannot be caged. Every feather on its wings shines with the light of