PROLOUGH

Crrrk… Crkrak… CcccrraaAAck.

These were the sounds of an unlikely hero being born. The very first blurry thing its quick to adapt eyes beheld was an enormous reptilian snout. The young reptile rolled out of its throne-like eggshell.

“Ember,” the adult said, “My son,” The scarlet red hatchling looked up at its crimson-burgundy mother, Hearthflame. But Hearthflame and Ember were no ordinary lizards. They were dragons. But being dragons, they possessed a power many evil hearts wanted for their evil deeds. But they were in more danger than any other species of dragon, for they had a secret they didn’t even know about.

CHAPTER THE FIRST

Ember stamped along the freezing pine-forest, every step harder than the last. Being a fire dragon, he wasn’t much good in the cold. But finally he found what he was looking for. A hole in the ground with weeds growing around it, and a thin wall of ice on top.

“Finally,” He grumbled “I thought chillplants were easier to find than this. The dragon was looking for a chillplant, an ice-blue flower that smelled of wet. That is the best possible description for it. Wet. The plant smelled wet. It is a wet smelling plant. But other than, oddly, smelling wet, the plant can be used for other things. Other things such as waterproof elixirs and chillsbane. Ember had been searching for the plant because it was a crucial ingredient for powerise potions, which increased your muscle power and bones, boosting your strength. “I hope I won’t regret this” Ember grumbled “It’s cold enough in winter”

The scarlet dragon trudged through the knee deep snow “Great, now I’m lost” He muttered. He took to the sky, hoping it would be easier travel. He was dead wrong.

Ember swooped over forests, ducked under frozen waterfalls and zigzaged around ice pillars. He was passing above a frozen volcano when an icy, reverbrating roar almost knocked him out of the sky. Ember cursed loudly. The source of the chilling roar was an ice spirit in the form of a wyvrem-style dragon. “Freeze THIS” Ember roared, shooting a torrent of flames. At least he was until the the spirit sneezed a small blizzard. “Bruh” The ice elemental Telepathasised*. “That was embarassing” Ember said. The two dragons (Well technically dragon and ice spirit) clashed, flames going one way, ice the other. Ember was flying dangerously close to a chunk of Grappleice, a kind of ice that grabs on to you and starts growing, wrapping itself around you until it breaks. Or you die.