His plan worked. He was on the continent, where he belonged. Now, there was only one more thing to do. Return home to his city. His home-city was just east of the Rocky Mountains, and it was called Jasper. It wasn't the biggest city in North America, but it did have some good culture. Torivor doubted his old house would be standing, and if it was, he probably didn't have ownership over it anymore
He was finally here. Rich smells of roasted foods and the colourful fabrics littered his senses. This was the Jasper he remembered. But something didn't seem right. The mood of the people was dark, cold, and distant. Then he saw what troubled them. The city's most prized possession, the Jasper protection park, was burnt down. To the ground. And the colour of the flames was one he knew well. Yellow. Torivor turned away from the smoking forest, and went along the road to find his old family house. His heart was broken. It to was burnt down, along with all of his family memories. But this was no natural fire. This wasn't dragon fire either. This was a fire made by humans. His own kind.
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FanfictionPyrriha is at peace. That was until dragons like Stormbringer, Sycamore, Frostbite and Huntinglily were turned into scavengers. Join them, and 8 others in this WoF fanfiction with lots of surprises and twisted truths. Or lies?
