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Arching his thick and muscular neck against the warmth of the afternoon sun, Flare stretched out flat on the large rock that he had unceremoniously dubbed Dragon’s Perch. While all the other young dragons were cooped up inside the large caves and valleys for their daily schooling sessions, Flare skipped out, coming to his favorite rock to relax and enjoy the sun. Many would argue that the young golden dragon did nothing but sleep.
Flare could hear the words now; the angry jeering remarks of his older brothers Goldfire and Fireice, the snide comments that his twin sister Rana snapped at him even as her jaws nipped at his tail, and the look of abject disappointment that could be seen within his parents’ eyes every time they looked at him. Truth to tell, Flare was a dragon on a mission and for the moment he was waiting for that mission to come along. He was filled with “gut feelings,” telling him that he was destined for some great task. It just hadn’t come yet and he considered it his honorable duty to relax and build up his strength for when it did happen.
He thought back to his younger days, just about ten years after he hatched from his egg. There had been another young dragon born to his parents, named Nerus, yet shortly after birth the hatchling had disappeared. His father always claimed that someone had spirited the young dragon away and no one had been able to locate him. Flare didn’t believe a word of it. With all the mental capabilities of all the dragons on this island and the combined magical skills, they would have been able to locate one young dragon. Flare therefore considered this one of his top priorities: to someday find his long-lost younger brother.