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Rohun woke up against the cold stone and gravel earth. His back ached and his wings felt like they were about to rip apart from the pressure of the sharp stones. He got up slowly, dust falling off of his scaly skin.
Rohun heard something odd. It sounded like the crackling of fire. Lots of fire.
"That's odd… what on earth is going on to make so much fire?" He wondered, walking out of his cave to get a view of the outdoors. He decided to go visit his parents, the king and queen of the Gold dragons. The Gold dragons are at the top of the dragon classes, pure in soul and kind-hearted. They are what humans call "elites" or "nobels" because of the beautiful color of their scales. As Rohun walked into the sunlight, his golden scales shone brightly and beautifully. They reflected the horrible things before him like mirrors. Glistening fire, black smoke, burning trees, melting iron all danced on the golden scales. But the scales were lucky. They couldn't hear.
Rohun heard. He heard the screams and roars if his people, his people who had been trapped in their dens and caves by burning rocks and trees. Then he spotted wings as black as night, flying through the crimson sky, blending in with the horrible black smoke. He had found the cause of the fire, the jealous dark dragons. Their gleaming red eyes gave them away. They were not like the beautiful black dragons. They had evil hearts and horrid tempers.
Rohun ran towards his parents den. Of course, the king and queen were the targets of this whole thing. Their den was surrounded by rocks and trees that had been thrown over them. It would soon be nothing but rubble, the dragons inside would be ashes. Rohun was devastated and he knew he must act quickly. As the prince of the Golds, he must do what is best for his people. He covered his golden scales in the black ashes so he would not be recognized and ran back to his den. He collected his only belongings; a mysterious crystal necklace and a small crown. He packed them in a leather bag that hung around his neck, and snuck back outside.
A few horrifying minutes later Rohun was far away from his home. He had retreated deep into the mountains and found a resting place among the cool rock caves. He washed the ashes off of his scales using the small stream running through the cave. Finally, a quiet place to sit and think. What on earth could he do? Then he remembered something from one of his mother's stories.
Rohun looked at his necklace he had been given. He had always thought the stone was a simple diamond, but now he caught a glimpse of colored light from deep within the stone. What could that be? Was he supposed to find the Wise One? He decided to go out and search for him.