Here is the little short story I've wrote and worked around for this painting:
"Have you seen them?" the old sorceress asked "The dragons. They roam the endless skies on fiery wings, and their roar shook the very foundations of this earth. Magnificent creatures." she said with awe inspired voice.
“So why the dragons turned against the seven kingdoms?” I asked, as I could not bare to keep my curiousity any longer, while my eyes drifted on the distant horizon.
“Because of our arrogance, traveler.” she answered at last. Her voice, despite the woman being wrinkled and old, carried such charisma and strength, that I found myself mesmerized by it. A voice, testifying for the power and authority this sorceress once possessed. “We moved and expand into their lands, and we stamped their image upon our flags and shields. The dragons wrath was something terrible to behold. Their answer clear: You are not worthy! Not worthy to walk on our lands and bare our image!” she sighned. “Now only the ruins of our great kingdoms remain. Soon they will crumble into dust, and so shall I. Turn back, traveler. Nothing remains here, but lost hopes and ruins.”
"It is a beautiful land" I said, unable to help myself as I still gazed upon this breathtaking land all around us.
"A beautiful land with fierce guardians", concluded the sorceress.
She closed her eyes and slowly fell into a sleep, while the sun was vanishing behind the distant mountains.
Tales of the fall of the Seven Kingdoms.”