During the Cataclysm, you were but a wyrmling, just a small hatchling. Naturally you would’ve be participating, at least the six eldest Sovereign’s weren’t going to allow it; hiding you in a viscous embryo like substance, that caused to to hibernate for a little over five centuries

It was present day and you began to eat at the liquor that cocooned your person, emerging from it, not only confused but extremely curious. So curious that you wandered into a bustling city nearby, it was so fascinating and rich with culture

You walked a few more steps Into the city, soon your nose picked up on a familiar scent..it smelled like- No! It was to be one of her own; Another dragon sovereign!

The young dragon rushed her way out of the flock of people, be lining to the familiar scent; which was sooner than expected as she bumped head first into the man