For centuries, dragons have been hunted for their fireproof scales. The population declined and kept declining until there was just one band of dragons left... Cinder awoke one morning with a loud yawn. Looking around, she saw that Rage and Burn had returned from their hunt and were now sleeping at the entrance of the cave, their catches at their feet. She glanced back over at the burnt wood they had used as a fire last night. A few seconds later, a small fire was crackling away. Behind Cinder was the sound of wings. The second hunting patrol must be returning. She turned around to greet the incoming dragons, but instead of looking at a gentle landing, the dragon crash-landed on the dirt, skidding into some trees. It was Whisper and Volcano! Whisper shook her head. "Humans!" She hissed, eyes firey and out of breath. "Humans! Coming here!" The crash had woken Rage and Burn up and now they were half running, half flying to the crash site. "Whisper!" Burn cried. "Whisper are you okay?" He looked down at her feet, which were tangled in those silly human ropes. "Hold still." He said. A burst of flames flew from his mouth and landed on the ropes, disintegrating them almost instantly. He did the same for Volcano. "We need to go," gasped Volcano. "now." Cinder didn't have to be told twice. Humans had taken her parents from her. She was going to let herself get taken too. The five dragons leapt into the air and started to fly away. They had been flying in silence for a while when Rage finally spoke. "Does anyone else see that haze in the distance?" They flew closer to it. As they got nearer, thing got clearer. An ocean came into view. Large pointed rocks came out from the water like giant shark fins. The smell of smoke filled the air and sparks fluttered around them like fireflies. "Look!" Cinder cried. The band of dragons gasped. Just ahead of them were caves and rock ledges filled with dragons. Some dragons were sleeping, others were sharing a meal together, and tiny dragons were playing what looked to be a game of tag. On one of the larger ledges, an old dragon lifted his head. He breathed a stream of fire out and exclaimed: "Visitors!" All the dragons then began to fly up, up, up into the air creating a dragon-nado. Cinder watched in awe. It was beautiful. The dragons in the air spaced out and looked down at the band of dragons standing on the ground. The old dragon spread his wings and flew down to them. He looked them up and down, his dark red eyes fierce. "Welcome to Dragon Cove." He said.
