I lived in general peace with the area from that time on. I could only see the beauty in the area. I did not attack villages, and was not attacked by the villages. But still, I held in my heart the knowledge of the harm I might have done to the dragons of Autsehgio. They could never accept me now!
And my parents would be doubly shamed. I finally had to give up, as the pressure of their knowledge drove me in fear from my adobe. I headed towards Amherst… Grainger would be able to help me, some how.
"Must you fret like that, Pyre?" Xabrith asked, fluttering down towards me.
"I am not in the mood to speak with you know, little lizard." I informed the bronze dragon.
Xabrith sighed. "It's not whether or not you want to speak with me."
He said, and landed on my front horn. "I want to speak with you."
"Why should I speak with you?" I demanded of the bronzling. "You have betrayed me."
"I haven't told the other dragons about what happened here!" Xabrith cried out in negation, fluttering his wings anxiously as I jerked to a halt in the air, landing.
"And I'm supposed to trust you?" I demanded of him.
"Pyre, red dragon of Dare, you know I have changed."
"I know nothing." I told him. "And what do you call me that? I will never return to Dare! They know I am there."
Xabrith shook his head sadly. "Then you lost your chance to be one of the most respected creatures in this land."
"What is your meaning, bronzling?" I roared, angry at the impudence of this little beast.
"Can't you sense the future?" Xabrith asked. "All I can tell you is that you have to go back… for the good of the future race."
"Of what? Of humans?" I demanded with an angry roar. "I have no want to associate with their likes anymore!"
"You gave up on them too quickly." Xabrith assured me, and dropped off of my horn, landing on the ground. "But, let me tell you, you should return to Dare. You won't regret it." Xabrith flew away.
Right then, I knew Xabrith would not return until I had set things right. Despite the fact he was a little weasel, a bronze dragon, no matter what the size, reminded me of my beloved sister Tanga. I lifted into the air, and continued on my course towards Amherst. Then, I reconsidered, and looped around.
Heading back towards Dare.
Heading back towards home.
Heading back towards my Destiny.
When I arrived, however, there was the presence of another dragon. I growled, wondering whom it could possibly be. But as I entered, my muscles alert and ready for anything, I smelled something else. The dragon was a female.
Now, it was almost completely different for me. I entered my cave; puffing up my chest scales and making myself look as big as dragonly possibly.
The dragoness inside had obviously sensed me coming. "And who may you be?"
She asked, primping herself. "I am Ryath, the golden dragon, of Cvyth the brown and Leepai the jeweled."
"I am Pyre, the red dragon, of Trebren the black dragon and Zreba the gold. It is very, very nice to meet you, Ryath." I replied, curling my neck into an S shape. Ryath was apparently very impressed. Just as I had planned it. I was a very young dragon, and apparently so was she, but that didn't mean I hadn't learned some tricks. And that didn't mean that she hadn't seen some.
She was a very nice breed of gold, from my point of view. I strutted around in front of her, showing off my sparkling hide. I was, after all, a very well built red dragon, though a tad bit small. I shook my head; I just couldn't stop thinking about how small I was! It really didn't matter, Ryath was a small female herself.
She seemed to like me, and for that I was glad. We were courted, in a matter of speaking, life-mates in another. Of course, we still hardly knew each other, and Ryath did not want to be bred yet. She seemed quite jumpy at first, and told me stories about her old home, about her parents, about her treacherous brother named Tyrune. I remembered meeting Tyrune, who called himself the Swamp Hydra, though he was definetly a dragon. He did not seem treacherous, just a little, well, just a little sneaky. And sneaky dragons always made me nervous. No telling what they would be up to. For almost five years Ryath and I simply stayed together, not even wanting to make a family at the moment. It was too much of a novelty simply to be able to hunt with another dragon, for me, at least. I did not know what Ryath thought of it. What really mystified me about Ryath was that she seemed to know exactly when there would be better prey animals, and when there would be better currents for flying. She seemed to be able to see everything before hand, and that was surprising.
Then, one day, a fine day with less wind then heat, came a dragon from my past, one I recognized, or thought I recognized, from so long ago. "Pyre, that's Bavray!" Ryath warned.
My breast flared with anger at the sight of the navy blue dragon. I knew he had come to steal my Ryath away, I just knew it. "Get out of here! Get out of Dare, old one!" I roared.
Bavray was not intimidated. He roared back a challenge of his own. "I am Bavray the Dark, ruler of the blues!" He roared. "Relent know, or die!" He then attacked.
