The first language to have existed in the universe, as old as time itself. The language of the oldest and first beings of the universe, perhaps, Dragon Tongue. A mystical and ancient language, one that was imbued with magic properties that Alan couldn't decipher at all. The root of all magic.
It was changing, despite having been written in black stone, the letters, or rather runes changed all the time, they were like a liquid, they were like a solid, and sometimes even gas. It changed continuously, the runes would sometimes join together, or be separate. The language was a sorcery of its own.
It was confusing, very, very confusing, yet I didn't need to worry about translating it. It was the language of the dragons, and I am a dragon. Only we and some individuals who had devoted their entire life to it, or had a high aptitude to magic, could hope to understand this. My hand, driven by a force not my own, moved up and touched the writings.
