As you enter the room, you first notice its fairly large size - it is probably the main room of this place. What looks like the main entrance is collapsed, but it looks like you could possibly break it open with enough force.
What surprises you is the fact that you find bookshelves here that didn't rot thorough the past five millennia somehow. The few parchments are written in archaic languages which you think you should remember, but you don't.
In the center of this room lies a table with a painting on top, but most of it is barely comprehensible right now. You can however see an outline of a dragon fighting men. This dragon is probably you. Something is written below that, but you are having trouble reading it. You can however understand most of it:
"For futu tions, , Harbi f Cold"
The author probably made this as a warning from you for future generations.
In all of this nostalgic madness, you start to remember your magical formulas you once threated the world with.
Aixio, Winterfall - you release a thick and long stream of deathly cold ice from your jaw, freezing, slowing and eventually killing anything in its straight path.
Murita, Icewall - you accumulate cold air on your wings that you can shape into a protective wall of ice.
Tavez, Spikestorm - you create a sphere of ice that explodes violently, damaging everything in an area and releasing deadly icicles.
Also, while you realize that you are a female dragon, you still can't find your name in your memory.
// You better fix that.