One Thousand and four years after The Dragonets Of Destiny was born, a little bit before Penumbras was born, A Comet crashed into Perception, the third moon, and caused it to fly into a different position of Orbit. Cursed by a wicked animus, it rema...
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As Penumbras and Dusty walked into the desert hut, they were both hit by a large gust of hot, dry air. Dusty took a step back, but Penumbras walked right in.
"Executioner, Coffee, two cups!" he shouted.
Dusty looked on in amazement as Executioner jumped and leaped from shelf to shelf, preparing the fire and getting fuel and making coffee. As he shuffled around, he accidentally knocked a cup off the shelf. It fell and smashed on Dusty's head.
"Yowch!" cried Dusty, clutching a bleeding spot on his head.
Penumbras silently walked over and began wrapping the wound in kitchen cloth.
"Forgive me for Executioner's Clumsiness," Penumbras said as Executioner gave him a look. "but also I should make more room for other items instead of just shoving them everywhere."
"No, no, its my fault. I would have been able to catch it or dodge it if I had payed attention."
"So Im not the only idiot in this town that has no common sense." Penumbras said, smiling. Just then, a blast of heat as hot as a volcano hit the hut. A moment later, a fireball tore through the roof and set Penumbras' bed on fire.
"GET OUT! NOW!" Penumbras shouted as the fire spread rapidly. Executioner jumped out a window just in time to avoid getting licked by a flame.
As Dusty raced out an open window, Penumbras raced towards the door, following his heart instead of his mind. As he hit the door, it collapsed like a twig under his weight because of the fire scorching it.
Luckily, Penumbras' curse also made him not able to be killed by fire, lightning, or water. Unless it was a direct act from God himself. After a moment, one of the dragonflame cactus's he stored under his bed blew up. He looked at Dusty who was covering his ears and clutching his arm where a spine had landed.
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"You all right?" Penumbras yelled over the roar of the flames.
"Yeah, I think so, anyway." Dusty responded. They both turned to look at the flames.
"Who do you think is responsible for such a thing?" Dusty asked. Penumbras just shrugged. Just then another dragonflame went off, and another, and another , until the explosions had left nothing standing or untouched.
"Well," Penumbras said glumly "there goes most of my work's savings I've made."
"Now," said Dusty, "We must find out WHAT IDIOT threw that fireball through the window."
"Whoever they are, they're gonna pay." Penumbras promised as heavy wingbeats of approaching dragons filled the air.
