Dragons

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Fira gracefully winded through the trees and when nobody was looking she would snap up a lizard or frog that hung off the various branches she had to dodge. She was still small, so she could fly for the most part in the denser parts of the rainforest. She lost her tail when the raiders attacked so she could not swing from branch to branch like her friends. And apparently her scales decided to be red instead of the usual Browns and greens, so she couldn't have hidden from the raiders when they did come anyways. She absentmindedly flew a little further until she reached the cascading waterfalls that she was born in. She flew through the lowest point she could and tumbled into a bluish-grey dragon. "H-hey what makes you think you can just hang around the entrance like that!" Fira yelled before noticing the dragon's unusual color. "Woah, you're not who I thought you were... Who are you?" She asked while pacing around the new dragon curiously. "I'm storm, prince of the northern dragons!" He puffed out his chest. But Fira howled in laughter. "AHAHAHAAaaa you'd be dead if you were! Don't you know that the northern dragons can't survive in this heat? C'mon seriously who are ya?" The dr

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