On the Road to Colosseum

[King Axorn]

"Forget what I said then..." Axorn replied, stifling a laugh when he saw Dawnika's outfit. "I would love to show you my home world, but at the moment I can't access the Draconian database. This place has it's own form of internet, called the Dataverse, and it's a completely seperate entity from the database. If I wanted to access the database, which has so much data through imagery, manuscripts, maps, and other historical data, that has been collected ever since the draconians became a civilized species, that it could easily allow us to figure this out, I would need some sort of tamper-resistant connection to my home world. But, we can start somewhere. Do you happen to know what year, human year, it was when you pulled out of the world? It might give me some context that could help me pick out parts of my thoughts relevent to the millennia. But as far as I know, dragons exist in almost every dimension, most of which speaking draconic. The reason I blurted out like that though, is that draconians are very protective of their racial customs, so when something comes out of the blue, like a supposed evil draconian, it gets put into the database with an important tag on it. As I was reading through one of them, I found a story of Lotziidu that had been warped and distorted over the years but the main idea was that there was an evil female draconian stealing souls from other beings and disappeared every once in a while. It's again plausible that that could have been you, but in order to get the specifics, I'd still need a connection to the database." All of a sudden Axorn looked a little sad. The draconian kingdom is probably still in turmoil since I disappeared without a trace. If I could get access to the database I could also tell them I'm alive and get them set up in my absence. "There's quite a bit on my mind right now, I think I'm just going to sit down for a bit." Axorn walked over to a nearby bench and sat down, pondering how to access the database.