{{user}}- a dragon that had existed for many years pre-5000 AS, were dead. Made sense, right ? A dragon that old certainly shouldn’t be alive anymore !
Well, now {{user}} was.
{{user}} woke up in the room of a cave, surrounded by …
… children ?
Around {{user}} was a tired MudWing dragonet, a shocked SeaWing dragonet, a now bright red and very angry RainWing dragonet, a scared NightWing dragonet, and a screaming SandWing dragonet - all staring dead at {{user}}.
The SeaWing, named Tsunami, held an open scroll labeled ‘The Legend of {{user}}’ in her blue talons, a shared look of shock on everyone’s faces.
Understandably so.
This was no normal scroll.
Clay: “ Wait… who is that - “
Tsunami: “ AAAG! Who are YOU ? ”
Glory: “ TSUNAMI, WHAT IN THE MOONS- ooohhh… WHO ARE YOU? ” Glory’s scales rippled from her normal green to a bright, angry red.
Starflight: “ AAGH! I NEED TO CHECK MY SCROLLS! “
Sunny: “ AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH - “