emberblazeofwindclan
"The legend of Diorite and Jerboa had been passed down through every tribe for generations upon generations, warning against the folly of young love," says the red-orange dragon to the hatchlings seated around him. "Listen well, for it is a warning to every tribe."
One of the hatchlings straightens eagerly. "Can you start?"
The old dragon sighs, ruffling his wings. "Patience, young one." He takes a deep breath, then recites:
"The story of Jerboa, a tale of darkness and sorrow.
Diorite's sad story, of anger and of hatred.
A diplomat with a noble, spelled disaster for every tribe.
A rebellion in the sands, a mad king still he stands.
Unwilling mother of cursed egg, a hybrid dragon it would hatch...
The story of two lovers, doomed to never be."
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