Fredrick

Fredrick had been apart of Clan Gencentric back before it was a clan. He was there when the founders were, when the Arcanist blessed them with their first egg from him. He told them this dragon would help their clan no matter what, but no matter what flight they’d join, the hatchling would always be an Arcane dragon. The founders found his colors wonderful, and called him Fudge, due to his color reminded them of the sweet food, and personality matched it. He was a very sweet hatchling, and even when other eggs came, he remained. Fredrick was very curious and would often be found reading books the one founder, a female tundra, wrote. He told her the books were wonderful, and so she wrote books for him, and trained him in all tongues and words. Fredrick found this to be one of the best times of his life, since the clan was young, and watched over by their god.

When he grew older, he chose to hang around the other founder more, learning how to fight. He wasn’t the best fighter, but the founder male was. He was a powerful mirror who broke stereotypes. He told Fredrick to always follow his heart and to do what he must to defend the clan, and never turn his back on it. Fredrick took these words to heart. He trained as best he could, despite his clan’s best skill being smart sly dragons he continued to train until he found an odd book. The book came from the Arcanist himself, and he spent a long time trying to decipher it. During this time, there was a great war, and the founders were slaughtered. Fredrick often blamed himself, for during this they forced him to leave, telling him to protect the clan, and it’s history. He made sure they were giving the best burial, burnt and scattered across the clan’s land. He still has a little with him.


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