14 Revolutions Ago
The red-and-gold scaled dragon crouched in the dim sandstone room, looking down at two sleeping dragonlings sharing a nest. The scratching of talons against the floor told him someone was approaching, but he did not turn around as the intruder passed the lit fire in the center of the room, casting him in shadow. Eventually the dragonette sat beside him, resting her tail on his and looking down fondly at the dragonlings.
"What are you thinking, Red Storm?" she whispered, not wanting to disturb her dragonlings.
Red Storm glanced at the light pink dragonette before returning his gaze to the bright orange-scaled dragonling, admiring the unique black-striped pattern he had. He spoke lowly, "I'm thinking of how Tiger is going to be Tribe ruler some day for the Fire Tribe, and he will be leading this war when we pass."
"But that's not for a long time yet," Burning Rose murmured. "You need to get rest. Come to our nest with me. You have much to do still to bring the Ice and Water Tribes back to Dragonspirit. The Almighty Dragon is depending on you, Red Storm."
Red Storm blinked slowly at his mate, his dark amber eyes full of love. "Very well, my queen." The two royal dragons went to their quarter, the prophecy of the blazing fire seeming to burn itself into the king's mind.
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The Flaming Ice
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