Chapter 2

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When I was just a few days old, I was put to work. I dug tunnels for lava, hunted, and mined. 

When I was a year old, another dragonet joined me. He didn't have chains. His scales were a dark, dark pink. 

"HI!" He said. "I'M DIMENSION. WEIRD NAME, RIGHT? MY MOMMY IS A RAINYWING BUT MY DADA IS NIGHTYNIGHTWING! CAN YOU BELIEVE IT? MY DAD NAMED ME, SO MAYBE MY DADA IS WEIRD. MY DADA SAYS I HAVE TO LEARN SURVIVIALAA SKILLS, BUT WHAT DOES THAT EVEN MEAN? YOU LOOK LIKE A SEAWING!!!!!!!!" 

I pointed at my chains, and he quieted down. 

"Oh, I sees. You can't go yappity yap like I do. My Dada told me I go yappity yap. Maybe I can teach you to write! Cause then you can tell me A BUNCHA STUFF!!!! OOOOH THAT GOOD IDEA!"

My days were much more fun with Dimension helping me, and I was soon able to write. One day, a guard caught me etching words in the lava rocks and he beat me. Dimension was soon transfered, and I never saw him again. I still miss him.  

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