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Pursuer of Truth: Prologue part 1The Temple stood in a hush, aside from the occasional chatter of the guards, and the whispering of the midwives, It was a calm, quiet night in the year of the dragon. A year, that only happens every ten generations. In which the fertility of dragons is at one of their highest peaks.
Because of this, there is a large demand for midwives at temples across the country, to make sure the next generation is delivered safely, no matter what time of day.
And it was not uncommon to see dragons hanging around the temples that were the center point of their towns during these fertility seasons. The temple was the focal point of raising young. They were laid here and hatched, and even eventually went to school in these very walls.
The temples are the beginning of many dragons lives, and the will continue to be. Hopefully for many more generations to come, keeping to harmony intact for countless lifetimes more.
But as for tonight... The true gem of the year of the dragon will soon be here.
TLoS One-Shot: Inverted“High Enlightener, we have discovered where the Guardians have hidden the new purple dragon. He stays with the Chronicler, deep within the White Isle. The Evil’s forces are on their way.”
“Good job, Disciple of Bright. Take your pack of Rethinkers to the White Isle. Bring the purple dragon to me. His talents would be… spoiled if the Chronicler were to teach him too much,” the dragoness growled lightly. Her paw tightened into a ball, white flames coalescing into an orb above her head.
“As you request, High Enlightener.” The white-furred dragon bowed and made haste to exit the dark room, lest he be made the target of the Enlightener’s mad desires.
“Oh, and Disciple?” the dragoness called out to the retreating figure, who stopped and turned at her voice.
The dragoness didn’t look directly at him, preferring the view soft glow of the white flaming orb, but the Disciple could feel her reaching out, touching his m
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