A crimson Flamecrest dragon egg sat peacefully on it's hatching night in the hatchery. The warmth of the nearby lava river kept the egg warm, so did the parents of the egg. Within the egg, a new life stirs. As the moon is at it's peak cracks begin to form along the surface of the egg. Then with a sudden burst, a newborn dragon lies in the middle of cracked egg shells. He crawls out of the egg, his scales shimmering with hues of crimson and gold. He walked forward, he met his mothers dark red talons, what almost looked like purple. He looked up with captivating eyes and saw his mothers face for the first time. He squealed nibbling his mothers talons. "Stop that, proper dragonets don't nibble." His father shot him a cold glare.
"Flare, he just hatched a minute ago do you expect any better?" his mother said sweetly as he jumped behind his mothers talons.
"The best warriors learn early Burn" Flare lifted his head.
"Alright what about flame?" His mother said.
"It's to basic for him. What about, Ignatius?" His father felt proud of the choice.
"That's actually not bad! Ignatius it is! Welcome to the world Ignatius" His mother gave him a honey coated smile, he squealed even though he was clueless of what was going on.
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Chronicles of Atheria
FantasyTrial? Or savior? I Ignatius know he was born to fight and protect. He knows it is his purpose in life to fulfill. But what if he fails? Will his purpose never be completed? But the answer strikes him and the world around. The Void Serpent awakes fr...
