It was a clear, beautiful, but cold day. And I was on a ship sailing to Xen'Drik. Forgot where I was sailing to, something about giants and spiders. Maybe giant spiders? I was staring out at the boundless Thunder Sea. The name was ironic. It was peaceful and calm.
Suddenly, Captain Mal'Hiram came from the captain's quarters and said something to Mir, the sorcerer for our journey. I was a cleric, advanced in medical magic. I shouldn't be on a boat going somewhere I don't know. I should be in some important place where a war is going on, healing injured troops and saving them from near death. I would be a hero, and supplied with all the gold I wanted. Oh, how I wished for a life like that. Then I heard the captain whisper "Kill it now."
My heart skipped a beat. What? Kill what? What is here to kill? I looked around and couldn't see anything. "Capt-" I began to say, then Mir rose her arms to the sky and shouted "EX-SIBERYTH!" and two purple arrows of pure magic left her fingertips and I knew that whatever she was killing was powerful. I followed the magic missiles with my eyes and saw what she was told to kill.
"ARE YOU MAD, CAPTAIN?" I shouted at Mal'Hiram. He may have a history of doing stupid things, but this was beyond worse. We was going to get us killed. The missiles hit their target and I could see clearly what the creature was as it came swooping down. A frost dragon. And it was angry. Very, very angry. It opened it's mouth, screamed, then shot out shards of ice. I couldn't see anything, but I heard wood splitting, then I fell into the water, then nothing.