A sliver of moonlight reflected from her metallic scales as Kwallindauria plunged into the icy waters of the Mare Gallicum, which separated Iberia from Prydein and Hibernia.
How many times have those islands been conquered and renamed since we left the world to the humans? she wondered.
“I’ve watched those islands change hands at least five times in the century I’ve been here,” Graayyyavalllia had said before the Long Sleep.
How long did we Sleep? she wondered again. Another millennium? Two? Who knows what has changed in that time. If the surface of the Earth herself has changed, what other radical changes might there be? Human’s change more quickly than we shed scales.
She passed below the depth the humans called The Bottom Of The Ocea...
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