A/N: Hello all, this is my second fanfic. Definitely much better then my previous and "testy" first. R&R, and Constructive Criticism is appreciated.


"Ad Lucem."

Illuminate

Chapter 1: Lumière


The dragon didn't know how long has it been. Some time ago, the world was breaking apart literally, things were chaotic. He knew about the war, but he only knew it was a war. He didn't know the details about it though. But that didn't matter anymore. The world had began to fix itself, chunks of the world slowly reconnected, drifting towards pre-designated locations. He could feel all the movement. So perhaps it was the time to come out again. The dragon eyes darted to an opening of the cave, the light shined through without much obstruction. The exit of his home... He got up and took small paces towards the exit, closing his eyes as the light blinded him. His white scales reflected majestically against the light.

He reached the entrance of the cave and opened his eyes before looking away as the light burned his eyes due to the amount of time he spent in the cave. He took the time to adjust his eyes. After a moment the dragon looked around. Desolation. That was the view. There many dead trees and the land was reduced to lifeless ground and inanimate objects. The sky was grey and cloudy. Dust flew around him, covering the young dragon. The land stunk with the smell of burnt objects. The white dragon sighed, disheartened by the view. His gaze landed on a small plant. A plant, a healthy plant, completely untouched by whatever caused the fire.

He scanned the area before walking down to the plant and examined it. Noticing how it was unscathed it was, the dragon looked at his paw and raised it. Taking in a deep breath he moved his paw over the plant. His paw then glowed brightly as he released a burst of energy. Around him, the area grew with vegetation. Suddenly, it started to rain. Thunder boomed loudly shortly after. The dragon watched the rain drop around him, he sniffed the air. Grabbing in the moist scent the rain made. The dirt around him became moist and muddy. His scales were wet, and yet, shining. The sun was still there radiating with pure energy, shining as if today was the start of a new tomorrow.

The white dragon walked around, curious about the rain, he knew about rain of course, he just didn't see it often. So every time it rained, he would explore and see how different places would be. How nature would interact with rain. But before he could do that, he had to check something. the dragon spread his wings out and flew back into the cave and waited a moment, letting his eyes readjust to the dark cave. There was books around the floor, some closed, some open. The dragon noticed he was still wet, he didn't care at the moment. He was going back out soon anyways. There was a hiss as he felt an animal wrap around his foreleg. He looked down and smiled briefly, "Hey Vipek, nice to see your awake too."

The snake hissed softly as if he was greeting his larger friend. It crawled up to the dragon's wing and hung there. The dragon went back to what he was doing. He paused for a moment, a dusty old book caught his eye. He grabbed it, holding it in front of his face. "Light: The Pure Element," was the title, he opened the book and skimmed through it. This book talked about his element, it really didn't tell him anything new except the history of his element. He felt his pet crawl down and away. Not unusual of course. Vipek always went hunting around this time. The dragon read through his history thoroughly, noting anything that might concern him later.

The dragon closed the book after a couple of minutes, he decided to study on it a bit more later. For now, it was time to explore the rain. He walked out of the cave and looked around briefly before gliding down to ground level. The area was still desolated, and it wasn't going to change anytime soon. Vegetation grew yes, but slowly. The white dragon decided to head west, hopefully there will be something he could entertain himself with. As he walked he felt the mud against his paws. It felt moist and squishy. The feeling was okay, it wasn't something he hated or liked.

He walked for what seemed like hours, trying to enjoy what the rain offered. The sun was slowly descending. It's rays of light were leaving, the dragon decided to stop and catch dinner. It didn't matter what he caught as long as it was a sizable meal. Howls rang through the night as he ran in the darkness. He was looking for prey and apparently others were too. He caught sight of a rabbit within minutes, it was nourishing on some plant. The dragon crouched, rabbits were quite hard to get close to. But if you managed to get in reach then, it was an easy meal. He slowly approached the rabbit, making his steps as silent as possible.

It raised its ears, the rabbit heard something obviously. The dragon stopped, thinking it was his fault. He heard a loud growl as a wolf suddenly leapt out and caught the rabbit by its throat before it could get the chance to flee. It shook the rabbit violently before dropping it. Blood leaked out of the wolf's maw, it howled briefly. The dragon was slightly irked by the fact something else stole his prey. But everyone has to eat, yet, he was quite tempted to steal the rabbit from the wolf. But he didn't when he saw two young wolf pups running out of a nearby bush. They yipped and jumped in excitement as the older wolf dropped the rabbit.

He couldn't steal from a parent feeding his or her child. Even if his life depended on it. The pups started to feast on the rabbit, they ate it with great hunger. The dragon knew wolves were weary of dragons, as his kind is the "superior" predator. He waited for the wolves to leave, he still hadn't caught dinner and he was starving. He almost wanted to leap out and steal the pups food. Cruel, it was too cruel to do. Instead he enviously watched the pups finish the rabbit. They yipped once more before following their parent back to the bushes. Once the dragon thought they were completely out of the area he resumed his hunting. He continued walking around for more hours before finally, he spotted a deer. He licked his lips in anticipation, he was starving and, nothing... nothing... besides his morals or standards are stopping him.

Once again he went into a "predator" stance. Slowly and silently he closed in for the kill. He smiled in delight as he crept close. Once he was in range the deer lifted its head and saw the white dragon as he leapt at it. The dragon couldn't hold back his primal instincts, he latched on the deers neck, spraying blood everywhere. He cut a vein apparently, the deer struggled fiercely as the dragon held on. More wolves howled, it seemed as if they were howling in a pattern because every time they howled another would respond. Like a song, or a lament. The dragon let go as he sensed the deer give up moments after. It knew it could not delay the inevitable.

The white dragon walked up the deer, whose life was fading away as it laid on the grass. "I shall not forget the meal you provided me today. You will be remembered as a prey of mine. May the light guide your path into eternal bliss." He bowed his head in respect before his eyes turned white and glowed intensely. He remained like this until he raised his right paw and light released from it; almost forming a step way to the skies. His eyes lost their glow and faded, he took a deep breath before feasting upon his meal while quietly enjoying the now, silent night. When he finished the wind was blowing in a melancholic state, as if it was mourning the events that transpired during the night.

The dragon decided to go back before it was completely dark. He looked around once more before spreading his wings and flying back. When he got into back to the cave he yawned, before laying down on a pile of leaves. He felt quite tired, because of this, he let the overwhelming command of sleep take over.


"He is not ready to move back in with the rest! He is too naïve! Who knows what will happen to him," a masculine voice said.

"Give him time, he is the last of us. If he fades away from this world..." replied a feminine voice.

There was a long, low sigh from the male. "Very well, for now, we shall continue watching him. Guide him if needed."

"Why wouldn't I? He is my progeny..." The female voice replied, with an teasing hint.

"Our progeny. Not just yours."


The white dragon woke up, stretching his limbs. He let out a relaxed breath, it was the dawn of a new day, again. The cave was silent as he paced around, trying to decide his next course of action. Vipek, his snake was slithering around the leaves, hissing every few seconds. The dragon directed his gaze at his pet. "Vipek, don't mess up the leaves. I just fixed them." The snake stopped in reply and coiled up. Flicking its tongue in a mischievous manner.

"I'll find something for you as a treat later. But for now..." The dragon trailed off as he started to go deep into the cave. This part of the cave was a mystery to him, he only found refuge within the outer layers by the entrance. The dragon found himself deeper in the ancient library. He wasn't sure how old this place was, but to guess. It was probably five hundred to a thousand years old. There were many book shelves, they hung with cobwebs, and dust collected on those, creating an old, ancient atmosphere. He gently moved a claw down one shelf. When he removed his claw there was a multitude of dust on his claw. Gathering a small breath, he blew down his claw, watching the dust evanescence. It's still dark, he could hardly see. The dragon made a mental note to fix this problem when he could. Of course, there was a temporary solution.

But if used for an extended amount of time it could be exhausting. The dragon thought about it for moment. Having made his decision he closed his eyes until he felt a small surge of power. His eyes opened, they glowed intensely as light surged from his body. It flew out in many directions animating themselves as orbs. It possibly lighted the entire cave system up. The dragon looked around. Everything was lit bright by the light. He grinned triumphantly before continuing deeper.

He wasn't sure how long this would last, but he might as well take advantage of it while he still can. Although, the dragon felt there was no clear objective for going this deep in the cave, curiosity calls perhaps?

Or was something calling to him? Something that felt familiar. He continued along the path, more and more bookshelves shined as the light slowly passed through them. All of them were dusty and untouched. Cobwebs hung everywhere to the point where he had to step through them.

What was this place? Was it some sort of ancient library? As more questions entered the dragon's head, the less he felt that he knew the place. It felt foreign now. He continued down until the light stopped at a small pool that was held by marble. It was rectangular by shape, the water was oddly enough, crystal clear. Yet, it emitted a strong, powerful aura of energy. The dragon peered inside, he could see his own reflection. His brown eyes seemed to glow slightly as he stared in the pool.

The pool seemed to be whispering to him after a couple of moments. Otherwise he wouldn't be hearing voices right? The white dragon looked around making sure he was by himself. No one. Perplexed, the dragon felt the pool call him again. He hesitated, something felt wrong about this pool. After a few moments he made up his decision and peered in once more. A bright flashed suddenly erupted from the pool. It pushed the dragon to the ground. He closed his eyes as it grew brighter, a loud humming noise came from the light.

There was a loud "whoosh" as segments of light soared by the dragon. Seemingly flying in random directions. He walked backwards, confused about the situation. What came next was something he didn't expect. A shock wave emitted from the pool, sending the dragon back. He rolled a bit before hitting his head on a rock, slumping; he felt immense pain his head. His vision blurred. Next, he was forced out of his physical body, everything became black until it flashed to a scene. There were two dragons, one male, and one female. Both had the same scale color as he did, pure white. The only way you could tell the difference between the two, was eye color and structure. The two dragons seemed to be conversing.


"Illumielle, the egg! What about the egg?" The male asked frantically, waving his tail anxiously.

The dragoness in front of him gave him a sad smile. "It will have to stay here. We've been called, its our duty to defend dragon kind." She said, gently wrapping her tail around an egg.

The male seemed unsure and nevertheless, furious; but not at the dragoness. "Damn the war! If it wasn't for the purple dragon Malefor this wouldn't be happening now! Besides, how will the egg keep warm?" He asked, "Both of us wouldn't be here to keep it warm."

Illumielle, the dragoness, gestured to a pool. "There is one way..."

The male seemed surprised by what she implying, "The pool? It's a viable option but..."

"But what Solris?" She replied before gently picking up the egg. Her sky blue eyes sparkled with great concern. The dragon Solris, gazed into her eyes, his brown ones reflected off of hers. He knew not to question her decision but still... This is an entirely unexpected ordeal.

Solris thought for moment, weighing all outcomes, "Very well... For you," he said reluctantly. She nodded at him before walking over to the pool. He followed her shortly after. She placed the egg once in the water before pulling it out. Then she gently laid it on the ground. Both dragons raised their paws opposite to the one in the front. Illumielle took a deep breath, and closed her eyes. Solris did the same. Their paws glowed brightly as it enveloped the egg. It seemed to glow brighter and brighter until the scene faded.


The white dragon awoke, yelling loudly as he shot up from the floor. He took a minute to gain his sense before rubbing the back of his head. It ached with pain, most likely from the rock he hit his head on. The dragon reflected on the scene he witnessed. After a moment, tilted his head a bit to the side. "They never named me," he stared at the ground blankly, "They never named me?" He said again, shaking his head in disbelief. "Why?" The dragon asked nobody in particular. "I don't understand, is there something I'm missing?" The white dragon walked around mindlessly. Not caring about where he went. Just away from the pool, it only made him question his past. As he continued down a random path he found himself near an exit. The door was battered, cracked and rotten, as if someone took an axe to it and chopped the door ferociously, although light still does flow through it. Illuminating a small patch of the ground before him.

He decided to go outside to rid his mind of the thoughts that plagued him. He touched the door gently making sure it's still intact and stable. It creaked loudly before swaying open slowly. Suddenly a bolt sprung out and the door collapsed with a loud crash that caused the dragon to recoil in surprise. "How old is this stuff anyways?" He asked himself as he stepped outside. It was still morning, he watched as the clouds drifted by slowly. He began moving forwards in a steady pace, there was some ruins here. It appeared to be a village, or what's left of it. There were some abandoned houses, some were half burned, others were just demolished. He found old skeletal corpses of dragons and other creatures. He soon came across one that was all too familiar. He clutched his head in remembrance. It came back to him all too painfully.


Fire had extended everywhere, black smoke covered the suns beams. Not letting one single ray of light through. The dragon walked along the catastrophe cautiously, smoke blurred his vision but, he could still see. The white dragon heard weeping, followed by some cries of pain. Someone is still alive! He instantly tracked its source back to a dragoness. One that was older than him. She gazed upon him, "Find him! Find my son for me, please! He could have not run off that far! Please, I beg you." Her voice turned into a whisper at the last few words, tears streamed down her cheeks. The dragon looked her with pity.

"What happened? Can't you move?!" He asked, trying to see behind the dragoness. She grabbed his forepaw firmly.

"There isn't time to explain, I can't move. I'm sorry," she gestured to a some debris on her back legs. He briefly examined them, before he could get a chance to act. She caught his attention again by speaking. "Just find my son and tell him his mother Frilia loves him very much. He's not much older than you! Please, take care of him..." She coughed lightly before shoving him out-of-the-way. More debris fell on the spot where the dragon previously saw her. He quickly got up and tried to look for Frilia son. Although, he was in shock from the her sudden demise. Making it hard for him to react properly.


To this day, he hadn't found her son. He searched endlessly though, in the end, he found some tracks along with some ape footprints. It lead to cliff... Where the tracks seemingly stopped. The only thing he found was some skeletal remains of some apes. He hadn't found any sign of her son since then. It pained him, knowing he failed to complete her request. He couldn't think about this, it really was one of the things he didn't like thinking about. Especially when his thoughts are already plagued. He shook his head to clear it before deciding to remove himself away from this place.

Going back to the same way he came, the dragon heard the little thuds rain made. Of course, it was raining again. Yet, it seemed to fit todays mood. It was nothing but revelations and forgotten memories which made up a gloomy atmosphere. The dragon still questioned everything he knew about himself. He did question why he exists in this world. Why? Is this how it's supposed to be? To live in a labyrinth of twists and turns that leave only more questions in the end. Is this how life is?

Those were most of the debates that raged inside his mind. The dragon didn't think of himself as a philosopher, the title just didn't fit him. But he knew he's kind of acting like one now. Actually, the biggest question for him so far is: Is there more dragons? He always thought he was probably one of the last, but now, he too, questioned it. Because, the only dragons he knew existed were Frilia, her son and those unfortunate ones who perished in the village?

When he reached the cave, he laid down on a spot with leaves. Right now he decided it was best to clear his head. He heard a hiss as his pet slithered next to him. The dragon watched the snake. "What do you think Vipek? Are we alone?" He whispered as he gently moved his claw up and down the snake. The snake hissed back in a positive way. "Really? You believe there's more of my kind that is still alive?" The snake hissed again, this time it coiled up, flicking its tongue every second. "I see... Perhaps I shouldn't be concerned with the future or the past, just with the present." He sighed and looked up, eyes gleaming with confidence, "I'm not alone, I just need to wait..." He went silent for a moment, talking to the snake was kind of absurd, he sometime felt as if he could understand the snake. At least, through the emotions the snake displayed. The silence continued, 'I just need to wait...' That sentence replayed in his head multiple times, he responded to it.

"And I need something to humor me..."

The dragon stared at the cave ceiling, "I know! I need to pull a prank or something! Wait... There's no one to pull a prank on." He stood up and stretched, "Great... What now?" The dragon had found a book that was dedicated to pranking, something he didn't know at the time. It intrigued him and eventually he started trying all sorts of contraptions and schemes that were dedicated to pranking. For that, he was always eager to try pranking anything, if not someone. To solve his problem, the dragon walked outside to the ground, on a nice little clearing near the cave. He went back to the cave briefly to get random objects. Knowing what he'll do with the objects he began setting the up on various rocks. He found a large, thick, wooden stick and used his claws to shape it similarly to an arrow. He looked at the makeshift targets before him.

He narrowed his eyes to ensure accuracy, for a moment he stood still, he kept his focus on an apple in front of him. A second later he picked up the arrow with his tail and hurled it towards the apple. It went straight through the apple, causing an average sized hole. He grinned as the apple fell over and plopped on the ground harmlessly.

The wind blew lightly indicating it would be a windy day later. He went up to the spot where the arrow laid. He picked it up and examined it. There was juice from the apple that covered the front, it gave off a sweet scent. It was a wonderful smell, he thought. "Too bad that was the only apple I had," he said to himself, slightly regretting his actions that demolished the apples core. Well... He did have a strong feeling that compelled him to do that, it's known as boredom to any living being that could experience it. When he moved his close to the apple, he began admiring the sweet, fresh scent of the apple on the arrow he repositioned himself on the very same spot he was on before he destroyed the apple.

He directed his gaze towards the next target. A berry, a much smaller target. This will be harder to hit, just because of its size. Repeating the same process that led to the apples demise he threw the makeshift arrow again. It caught the berry and impaled it to a tree. The white dragon immediately felt pleased. Watching the berry leak all of its fluids out only served as a boast to that. He decided to stop since he pretty much decimated all that he wanted too. The dragon heard something, he lifted his head up in the air, turning it to find the source. Once he identified the general location of the source he decided to trace it. It behind his home but where? It didn't matter, he would find this place regardless of location.

It lead him to a forest, it wasn't in the forest, it was beyond that. A scent similar to fire hit the dragon's nose. Odd, what could be burning that's not in the forest? The dragon examined the sky, and saw distant flashes, lights. Colorful lights. He heard loud pops as he went closer. Is that the cause of the smell? If not, then what? What is the bright, colorful, lights that made loud popping noises anyway? Curiosity took over the dragon he decided to find the source of the colorful lights. No matter how far it was, he had time on his paws. Not that time mattered anyways. He went into the forest ignoring his instincts that told him not to find the source. Something did feel ominous about the forest, it had a sense of insecurity. The dragon knew this place was unsafe. Yet. He still ignored his instincts, it's probably a stupid thing to do. The dragon realized that at least.

As he continued towards the source, he heard strange noises. Growls, almost territorial like, he stopped and looked around. His eyes flew from place to place. He heard a loud roar, it came from the right! The next thing he felt was pain, as he violently landed on the to the ground. Whatever it was, it held him firmly on the ground and snarled. The dragon managed to catch a glimpse of the creature on top of him. A wyvern? What the heck was it doing here? The last time he saw a wyvern was during the war. He didn't waste anymore time thinking, the dragon kicked the wyvern off him with great force stunning it briefly. He got up and ran before taking up to the air, taking advantage of his small window.

The wyvern recovered and followed him, it was right on his tail! The dragon made a loop and dashed at the wyvern with his claws extended. He aimed right at its side. The wyvern roared loudly as it felt the dragons claws pierce its side so suddenly. It shook itself furiously as the dragon held its side with a firm grip. The dragon released his hold and retreated to gain space before he tackled the wyvern with surprising speed. They plunged towards the ground at an astounding rate. Almost to the point were the dragon almost felt as he could run out of breath just from all the air getting into his lungs. He let go of the wyvern at the last second. It flew right into a large branch, which somehow impaled it. The dragon let out a gasp, he didn't expect that. The blood in his veins felt cold suddenly, the dragon killed something.

Somehow this tormented his mind and thoughts. He was a life-giver not a taker. Is the action he just committed an infraction of his morals? Was it right for him to take life and restore it to lesser beings? Like plants? He felt guilty, absolutely depressed. It slightly surprised that he didn't get hurt at all during the fight though. Except for the time that Wyvern knocked him down at the beginning. The dragon landed right next to the tree which the wyvern hung. It's blood was still dripping down the tree, leaving an awful stench. He looked down touched the blood with his paw. "What have I done?" He whispered silently as he examined the blood.

He had never killed anything before that was somewhat similar to one of his kind. Wyverns, he knew, are distantly related to dragons. It made him feel horrible. Is what he had done wrong? Or was simply kill or be killed? Could he have done something that wouldn't have killed the wyvern? Something that could change the outcome? He stared at the blood with a sorrowful expression. This event certainly had an effect on his mind, but will it stay with him to the end? He wanted to get away from this. To forget about it and to drive his thoughts away from this. That was his first thought, but he couldn't just ignore the popping noises. They brought him here in the first place. It was ether go back or continue forward. He decided to go with the latter.

He ran way from the incident as fast a possible to ignore what he just went through. Soon enough, he found himself at the edge of the forest. What laid before him though, was a magnificent surprise. A large city... There was the source of the popping, bright, colorful explosions that left a great impression on the dragon. It was overwhelming, in the far middle of the city was a large festival. He couldn't tell what it was though. The city was celebrating something, although, what it is, is something he didn't know. He felt captivated still by the massive scale of this festival, the lights, the "poppers" as he called them and so much more. He immediately felt compelled to wander in the city, he looked back at his home. It's the only thing keeping him from going to that city.

He kept glancing back and forth between the two choices. Home, or city? He went with the former choice because his home was one of the things that mattered to him. Besides, his curiosity can be satisfied later. He turned around and walked back. Taking the occasional glances at the direction of the city. Little did he know, he was going to come back to the city soon enough.

The day soon became night, the dragon was still not home, he felt unsafe. Not because it was night. No, it's because he isn't at familiar territory. Everything felt unfamiliar. He knew he wasn't lost. Follow the moon and watch the sun's light fall. Was his way of getting back to home. The saying came from his observations when he was going home at night in the past. After what seemed like hours, he saw the first glimpse of home. Feeling excited, he rushed forwards almost wildly. He went up and climbed up the familiar steps and stopping right when he got inside. He then stretched before laying down on his pile of leafs. He heard his pet, slither around the area. It didn't bother him, Vipek always did the most strangest things during night. He too, found it strange when he first noticed it. He stared at the ground blankly, obviously still troubled by recent events.

Maybe he was being too sensitive to everything, maybe he need to change some of his stances on killing. What he did was self-defense yes, but still, he could have incapacitated the wyvern instead. But wouldn't that mean it would die a long, painful death? So perhaps it was better to end its life quickly. The dragon decided it was best to stop and get some sleep. He closed his eyes and stretched before staying still.


"He doesn't have a name still."

"Don't worry, he will find one, the name he was given is now meaningless. I'm quite sure he'll chose a name that will mean something to him."

"Hmm, we'll see."


"Hello? Is anybody there?" The white dragon woke up from the sound of the voice. He turned his head towards the source, it was a male voice, someone around his age. He hesitated to reply. Who's out there and how did they find his home? "Hello?" The dragon decided to reply back, it was worth trying.

"... Yes, there is someone present in this... Cave." There was sound of climbing before a loud grunt could be heard. The white dragon tensed, he was finally meeting someone he could actually talk to and yet he felt the need to keep his guard up. Up on the entrance of the cave was another dragon, his shadow was easily distinguished. The dragon's scales were dark red and were covered with dirt. His wings are golden-yellow. His lightly orange-colored belly was hardly visible in the darkness of the cave. He has two horns that slightly slant down. His tail flicked around his back anxiously, his hazel eyes reflected his anxious posture. Their eyes met briefly.

"Hello... The name's Fynir and you are?" He said quite calmly, already greeting the white dragon as if he wasn't a threat. He had a friendly smile.

The dragon didn't know how to respond, he simply redirected his brown eyes away. Refusing to even make eye contact.

"What's the matter?" Fynir asked, he walked closer, as he had difficulty getting a complete view of the dragon before him. It confused him why the dragon was acting this way, but he intended to find out.

"I... Don't have a name..." He replied almost shamefully, the dragon noticed something peculiar about Fynir's left wing as one if his eyes managed to catch a small glimpse.

"What? How do you not have a name?" Replied Fynir hastily, he was concerned already. A dragon living a solitary life in a cave was strange enough. But one without a name? Absurd.

"I don't know. I just don't. It didn't matter back then." The wing, it was missing its entire membrane. That's the thing that seemed odd, and it means the Fynir is flightless... How does he survive in this world? It shocked the white dragon, he had a hard time believing this. This dragon survived without flight...

"Well, until you can come up with a name... I'm going to call you..." He examined the dragons white scales. Noticing how he was purely white, save for his eyes, tail, and horns. His face lit up as answered, "Whitey." He smiled innocently.

"Whitey?" The dragon raised a brow, truly, he didn't appreciate that name. It seemed stupid and unoriginal to him. Better than nothing he supposed.

"Yeah... You're completely white, and I can't think of any other name. I'm sorry, does that bother you?" Fynir asked considerately.

'Whitey' shook his head. I need a name, I don't want to be called "Whitey" for the rest of my life. He thought. "It doesn't bother me, just don't call me that forever," he caused Fynir to chuckle lightly before he looked around. Curious by all the things around him.

"Wow, what is this place? How long have you been here?" He asked in amazement. Taking glances at every individual book at the nearby shelf.

"It's my home, and I've been here since my birth," 'Whitey' replied unsure of what else to reveal. Fynir couldn't help but stare at the dragon in disbelief who just gave him a stern look to prove his point. "Well, I think that's all you need to know about me for now... Why don't you–"

Suddenly, Fynir's tone became stern and almost hollow. "–I tell you about myself. That's something I don't like talking about..." 'Whitey' opened his maw to speak again but was cut off by Fynir. "But, I'll just tell you anyways, just know this is personal information," He said. 'Whitey' nodded, desiring to know more about his new company. "It began about 10 years ago. Back in the war, you know? With Malefor and all? Anyways, I was just a small hatchling by then, but old enough to understand the war. I lived in a small village called Hivlos, kinda close to here. At night, they came..."

"Who?"

"The apes, Gaul especially," Fynir growled angrily, pained by relieving the memories and seemingly despising this Gaul. 'Whitey' was about to interject, he didn't need to know more. But Fynir continued, with a more dejected tone. "They went in and killed everyone, burned the village and left me without flight! I escaped, of course but, I had my mother with me... She couldn't make it due to debris trapping her. She told me to leave her. I did, not without second thoughts... I... Miss her dearly... And I despised Gaul since than," when he finished, Fynir was reduced to tears, silently weeping. 'Whitey' stared at the dragon. He felt incredibly sorrow. It was his fault for making Fynir tell him about his past. Even if they hardly knew each other.

"I'm sorry, I can't relate to what you've been through. But I can relate to being alone, without guidance, without company, and without parents. I never knew mine... But, I don't take despair from that, instead I look forward. To see a better future. Because I know that there's no point in mourning forever. Things come and go... You must learn to accept what happens in life and move on with it," 'Whitey' said soothingly and yet, thoughtfully, stating what he believed could help his friend calm down. "I believe your mother and I met."

Fynir lifted his head slightly, "What?"

"She told me to find you, to take it upon my responsibility to care for you. Lastly, she told me that she loved you very much..." 'Whitey' smiled briefly as he recalled the dragoness' final words. After a short pause he spoke up again. "I believe you don't have to call me 'Whitey' anymore."

Fynir looked at the white dragon surprised by what he said, "I... don't know what to say... Thanks for telling me." He gazed at him almost ecstatically, a small smile formed in his features.

'Whitey' got up, standing, he offered a paw to Fynir, who grasped it a moment later. After Fynir was up and steady 'Whitey' revealed his element to the younger dragon. He held up his paw, it glowed intensely with light before disappearing. "You may call me Glint."


A/N: Just noticed how many Italic scenes I had. If you spot an error, point it out please. I might have read this chapter over 4 times, but one pair of eyes aren't going to spot all errors. Well, anyways, R&R. I really do look forward to see the reception.