Arthur

Arthur left the Windswept Platou at a good age. He was several months old and felt like he could use some new hunting grounds.The almost constant chill in the air was tiring him, and he had tasted all there was to taste in the Wind domain.

He left in high spirits, and ran and flew west with the wind. He knew the Ashfall Waste would be his next stop, and did not twitch once the air turned hot and smelled of sulphur. He took carefully to his wings and maneuvered carefully on his feathered wings when the ashes suddenly started to fall from the sky like black snowflakes. He had seen snow his first winter, but had yet to experience summer at its hottest. He was never scared, and not shy to ask his way when he met a young tundra on her way to where he was coming from. He spent a whole day with FlameWheel, chatting about where they came from and what the other would see once past certain landmarks.

FlameWheel was originally from the Sea of a Thousand Currents, and was on a journey to find where her true spirit lay. She was cheerful and easygoing, and her wings well fitted for flying. Arthur gave her the name of his previous clans, and told her where to find them. The tundra thanked him big and took a big, joyful leap into the air after they had said their goodbyes. He watched her fluffy tail disappear as she effectively fought her way against the wind toward his past home.

The address she had given him led between the Great Furnace and the Emberglow Heart. He was determined to let the red water tundra's clan give him his first impression of what the Ashfall Waste was like. He had already seen the rocky landscape and hunted down more than one game, but the customs, dragons and spirit of the Fire domain was still unknown to him.

When nearing the lair in the Molten Scar his nostrils was more than used to the smell, and his eyes took in the different dragons he passed. They were as diverse as at his previous home, but with a bigger number of snappers and coatles than he was used to. They were wery passionate and welcomed him as a friend once they heard of his encounter with FlameWheel. He quickly got into their rythm of life: help explanding the lair in the mornings, hunting strange, half cooced animals during daytime and helping out at the forge in the evenings. It was in this manner Arthur spent over a year.

When the summer came again and the wind again came to its hottest, Arthur felt a pleasingly playful wind stroke his huge wings. For the second time in his life he felt restless. When he told his new clan, Kissie's klan, that he had decided to move on there was a great fuss in the lair. Some youngsters started crying while the more mature dragons nodded and said they had known from his wings he would not stay forever.

Again he took to his wings, but this time he flew higher than before. He burst trough the skies, toward the sun. It's heat did no longer hurt him and he decided to fly above the cloudy world for a day before descending in a random place. He knew not what passed under the cotton carpet under him and little did he care. He felt a calmness when he flew that he felt nowhere else. It was the feeling of complete freedom and the trust in his wings.

When he finally descended in the Tangled Wood he was not surprised at his surroundings, ate a few snakes and fell asleep. His confidence that no one would attack such a mature and well built dragon sent him into a deep slumber, lasting the whole night without disruption. The next day he once again ascended his wonderful skies.