With her sharp eyes, she zeroed in on the lone male at the very front of this great fleet, the king, the alpha. Her alpha. Like a falcon snatching a pigeon mid-flight, she seized the base of Garon’s neck, taking partial control of his trajectory. Despite his roar of surprise, he quickly accepted the green dragoness’s invitation, allowing her to get in front of him. Driven by his new nature, he returned Charnabeth’s favor, clamping his teeth onto her neck. His bite, though, did not break the skin but simply gave him the leverage he needed to mount her back.
Immediately, hurtling high over the landscape below, he began to mate with the new alpha female. Behind him, Bella screeched in displeasure, but she backed away in resignation, not willing to challenge the dominant female in front. She was no longer alpha, but she could still be beta.
Charnabeth’s eyes rolled up in her head as the magic of their union filled her. At last, she had what she needed! With a victorious roar, she released another spell that washed over the gathered company like a gigantic shockwave.
All around, the smaller dragonesses banked and veered away from their previous flight path. Like an explosion, they separated and flew off in all directions, driven by a new magically induced urge.
Farther out the ring of migrating dragons expanded, soon overtaking the nearest town of Zelinth. Instantly, several of the dragonesses felt an unmistakable ache in their nether regions. Swooping down, they landed in scattered points in the town. The peasants screamed and ran in a panic, trying to escape the invasion.
Thankfully, the dragonesses did not attack anyone. They had much more pressing matters to attend. With roars of effort, they laid their first eggs. Like Charnabeth’s clutch, these eggs shortly took on a glow before exploding, enveloping the entire region in their effect. Caught in the blast, buildings and manmade structures disintegrated as the landscape heaved up great stones and boulders. Huge cracks opened up in the ground, creating vast canyons dotted with outcroppings and caves.
More importantly, all the people in the area transformed, losing their humanity in a moment and adding more dragons to the population. Soon, Zelinth was no more. A harshly beautiful dragon paradise had taken its place, and its former inhabitants settled back in to start their new lives.
The fate of Zelinth was repeated time and again as the initial fleet of dragonesses passed over more of the countryside, laying their first clutches wherever they could. From sprawling villages to isolated homesteads, all were changed. Then, in a grand finale, the remaining dragonesses who had not yet laid gathered on the borders of the kingdom. With a collective roar, hundreds of thousands of eggs popped into the world and let loose their terrible force. In a great quake, a whole mountain range rose up, wrapping around the entire realm in a protective natural barrier separating the kingdoms beyond from this new land of dragons.
It was done. In a single day, King Garon and his people had vanished, and a new era of dragons had begun.