Dragons!

A theoretical scene from the sequel to the fantasy novel I started in November.

Basic premise: The Evil Overlord wants to awaken a dragon that the Goddess, named the Golden Grace by the God who created the dragons, turned to ice/stone. He means to use it to subdue the world of men/take over the world. Basic Evil Overlord business. (The Goddess turned it into ice/stone rather than actually killing it because She saw it as the child of another God, and She couldn't bring herself to kill the child of another God, even for the sake of her children.) The heroine finds out that the dragon had a hatchling that the Goddess also turned to ice, and she surmises that it attacked her ancestors simply out of an instinct to protect its young. The night after she learns this, the God who created the dragons (and other magical beings, like the Elves) speaks to her in a dream. Additional notes - The Thetallos were created by the Goddess' brother. They're much like the Christian God's Angels and, like the Angels, a number of them rebelled against Him. The Evil Overlord is working with/for one of these dark Thetallos in his goal of world domination.

That night, Samara dreamed fitfully, of blood and fire and ash. Of great cities ruined, thousands of lives brought to ruin, all of the bright green places in the world aflame, and above it two great dragons, perfect opposites in black and white, terrible chains dangling from limbs chafed bloody from their weight. And then through it all, a single voice stilled her thoughts, until there was nothing but the voice, deep and rich and all-consuming.
So you understand, do you, child of the Golden Grace?
She twisted in her sheets, trembling as the words rippled through her thoughts.
The Golden Grace understood, and she did not kill my dragons. If the time comes that your black king has the power to control all beasts, remember that it might be the Golden Grace’s magic that holds the dragons as ice, but they are my children, and will answer to my call above all else.
She shuddered from the power of the strange god’s presence in her thoughts, feeling at once cold and hot, her legs sticking to the sheets twined about her thighs from the sweat beading her skin.
Relax, child. All will be well. There are greater powers at work here than even your black king can understood – more than his dark Thetallo can handle. Relax.
And so she did, falling into a deeper sleep, and when she woke, her body hummed with a lingering warmth, the touch of a God whose children were dragons, creatures of living fire.