[SCREEN TITLE: 3000 THOUSAND YEARS AGO (2,007 AS)]
[scene cuts out in the ocean, and suddenly, a red dragon flew across. More and more dragons flew through the ocean and arrived at Pyrrhia. There was a female dragon voice narrating in the background]
STORYTELLER: Three thousand years ago, our tribe arrived in the land of Pyrrhia. Throughout the next few years, we started to establish our new home, a place where we can be safe and expand our tribe.
[scene cuts to the construction of the village, with dragons gathering resources to build huts and construct house]
STORYTELLER: We've remained hidden ever since we came, to avoid conflict with other tribes, and to avoid exposing our greatest secret of all.
[scene cuts to a line of young FlameWings standing on the podium, with the Headmaster picking one FlameWing to become a form of spy for the FlameWings. The dragon was then brought to train to become a fighter, and was sent out once a month for investigation on other tribes]
STORYTELLER: Every ten years, our Headmaster would pick the strongest FlameWings dragonets there is to become our spy. They were then sent out to investigate if any other tribes had known our secret yet. If they do...
[scene cuts to a FlameWing spy stabbing a SeaWing with a dagger]
STORYTELLER: They were made to swore an oath to never tell the location of our village if captured and interrogated, no matter what.
[scene cuts to a FlameWing captured, and being tortured by a group of RainWings, as they continue beating him up. Eventually, the RainWings rip off the FlameWing's wings and drown him in their venom]
STORYTELLER: We must not expose ourselves too much to the rest of the continent, as it can risk the fall of the FlameWings. We are the FlameWings, the eighth tribe of Pyrrhia, and we must not interfere with other tribes.
[SCREEN TITLE: PRESENT DAY - FLAMEWINGS VILLAGE]
[scene cuts to present day in the FlameWings village, with a group of FlameWings dragonets sitting around the storyteller and the story she just told]
FLAMEWINGS DRAGONET #1: So should we ever be worried about other tribes attacking us? Maybe since we came in contact with a lot of tribes in the past.
STORYTELLER: That, we don't have to worry, because our tribe is hidden behind the mountain, and to this day, no other dragons have passed through it before.
[pans over to Scorch sitting on a pillow with another pillow next to her with a tag that read "Inferno" on it]
SCORCH: [sigh] Right.
[the storyteller eventually finished her story, and she starts to dismiss the dragonets]
STORYTELLER: Alright, darlings, I'll see you tomorrow for another story. [wave goodbye to them, then approach Scorch, who was still sitting on her pillow, looking down on the ground] Hey, Scorch, what's the matter?
SCORCH: Oh, it's just Inferno, he wasn't here for the story.
STORYTELLER: I figure that he won't come. He tends to dislike stories, and he's been busy ever since he was chosen to become one of the FlameWings spy. Maybe you can go into the forest and check on him.
SCORCH: Yeah, maybe I'll do that. [stand up and grab her and Inferno's pillow and give it to the storyteller] Thank you, for the story, by the way. I'm gonna go and check on him now.
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Inferno
Fanfiction"I've completely lost myself to anger and hatred. I thought I could change, start a new life where I wouldn't be traumatized by it, but... I couldn't. It would always come back." Approximately four years after the FlameWings massacre, Inferno travel...