CrystalG's Clan

A dark whisper from the shadows swirls around the lair. The spirits of the past users, all sharing their knowledge with the newcomers. A large blue guardian, Darvihnik slowly rises from his nest, his scales faded from years of training the newcomers. He hears a voice calling to him. "Yes, yes I know. It is my time to pass on. To leave this world, and this lair. This has been my home for as long as I can remember. So many dragons have come and gone, so many faces, so many names. All with a story. My story is a simple one, just a guardian. As I leave this lair for the final time, I wish that you share your love, your passion. Never forget that you have a home here." Darvihnik takes one last look around the lair. At the tundras who've moved in recently, a good bunch. A bit wild and rowdy. But good natured. And in the corner the scent of rum, and seaweed wafts over. But no sign of the Captain. "Must be off causing a ruckus again." The Snapper Captain Jack. A salty stalwart type, always has a bottle of rum. Darvihnik steps out of the lair and looks up and the sky and flies up into the air, his job done.