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"Whoooaaaaaaaaahhhh."

The dragonet stared wide-eyed into the mouth of the oven, searing heat radiating from it all the way back to where he was.

"Wh.. What is that?" He asked, awestruck.

"Oh this?" Ironwood grunted. "That's my forge." He said, straightening up a little bit as though he were rather proud of the odd structure. "Built outta clay so it keeps the heat."

"No, no, not that." Cyprus whispered, still hardly daring to breathe. "Inside of it."

The old Leafwing turned to stare at him, somewhat incredulously. "Have you never seen a fire in your life before??"

"Thas' a FIRE???" The dragonet gasped, eyes widening still further.

"Wow. It's nuthin like I thought."

Ironwood found a chuckle escaping his snout in spite of himself. "Well, what did you think?"

"Um... daddy always said fire was really bad and it was really hot and made stuff burn up. He said it was dangerush.
But he never said it glowed.
I didn know it glowed. Or moved like that. It looks alive. Is it alive??" Cyprus asked curiously, looking up at his companion.

"No you pillbug, of course it's not." The old dragon quipped, his usual demeanor returning. "And it's not really dangerous either. You just gotta know how to control it."

The youngster shrugged. "Well idunno. Daddy 'us really smart." He mumbled.

His expression drooped slightly. He missed daddy. Where had the bad dragons taken him and mommy and little Arnie?

Cyprus looked back up at Ironwood. "I wanna go find him."

The older Leafwing blinked. "What?"

"I wanna find my daddy." Cyprus said persistently. "I wanna go find all the bad dragons and get daddy and mommy and Arnie back."

Ironwood sat down with a heavy sigh. "Ya do, huh?"
"I get it. I figure I would too."

The dragonet nodded. He looked up at the other Leafwing hopefully. "Do you know how to find them?"

He shook his head. "Can't say as I do, kid. And even if I did, how would you get past all the big dragons anyway? I'm sure they're being held hostage."

Cyprus paused, frowning. "Well... idunno."

He brightened. "But I bet YOU-"

"Oh no no no, not me." Ironwood interrupted determinedly. "I'm too old and slow, I'd last less time than you would. No, that'd be a disaster."

A pause ensued, neither dragon saying a word as they sat staring into the fire; the darkness of the setting sun falling around them.

"Then... then whaddaIdo?" asked the youngster finally, his voice wavering.

"You wait." The old dragon said, turning towards Cyprus with a gleam in his eye. "You wait until you grow up more and get big and strong, and then you can go find them and save them all."

"B-b-but... I don' wanna wait." He said, wings drooping and lip quivering slightly.

"But you've got to." Ironwood insisted. "It's your only chance."

Cyprus sighed and nodded slowly. Then he yawned.

"It's 'bout time you hit the sack, kid." The old Leafwing grunted. "Gettin late. Go get some shuteye."

The dragonet nodded again, leaving him by the fire and sleepily meandering over to a makeshift nest that had been made earlier.

Curling up in the soft leaves, he looked up at the silent chorus of blinking fireflies in the understory above. Forcing back only about a couple of gallons of tears, he gritted his teeth, refusing to allow himself to cry.
He had to be tough.
He had to be fearless.
He had to be strong for his family.

"One day, when I'm big and strong daddy." Cyprus whispered, gazing up into the night sky. "One day."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Ironwood sat alone next to his beloved forge, the faithful friend who had served him so well over the years.

As he thought about the young Leafwing's difficult situation, memories began to churn inside his head until they became a swirl of images, moments lost to time, and memories that he'd wished he could blot out forever.

And in the middle of all this was the kid. He was definitely something, had guts unlike anybody the old dragon had ever seen before. He'd become something some day, that was for sure.

He looked over at the quiet, inert form of the dragonet and watched his side rise and fall in rhythm with his steady breathing.
Staring past him and off into the distance he remarked:

"Well Hornet. Looks like there's a crack forming in that exoskeleton of yours. Better be careful, cause one day it just might be a real tough one to patch."

Ironwood stared back into the fire meditatively.

"One day."
 
Bakbuk said:
"Whoooaaaaaaaaahhhh."

The dragonet stared wide-eyed into the mouth of the oven, searing heat radiating from it all the way back to where he was.

"Wh.. What is that?" He asked, awestruck.

"Oh this?" Ironwood grunted. "That's my forge." He said, straightening up a little bit as though he were rather proud of the odd structure. "Built outta clay so it keeps the heat."

"No, no, not that." Cyprus whispered, still hardly daring to breathe. "Inside of it."

The old Leafwing turned to stare at him, somewhat incredulously. "Have you never seen a fire in your life before??"

"Thas' a FIRE???" The dragonet gasped, eyes widening still further.

"Wow. It's nuthin like I thought."

Ironwood found a chuckle escaping his snout in spite of himself. "Well, what did you think?"

"Um... daddy always said fire was really bad and it was really hot and made stuff burn up. He said it was dangerush.
But he never said it glowed.
I didn know it glowed. Or moved like that. It looks alive. Is it alive??" Cyprus asked curiously, looking up at his companion.

"No you pillbug, of course it's not." The old dragon quipped, his usual demeanor returning. "And it's not really dangerous either. You just gotta know how to control it."

The youngster shrugged. "Well idunno. Daddy 'us really smart." He mumbled.

His expression drooped slightly. He missed daddy. Where had the bad dragons taken him and mommy and little Arnie?

Cyprus looked back up at Ironwood. "I wanna go find him."

The older Leafwing blinked. "What?"

"I wanna find my daddy." Cyprus said persistently. "I wanna go find all the bad dragons and get daddy and mommy and Arnie back."

Ironwood sat down with a heavy sigh. "Ya do, huh?"
"I get it. I figure I would too."

The dragonet nodded. He looked up at the other Leafwing hopefully. "Do you know how to find them?"

He shook his head. "Can't say as I do, kid. And even if I did, how would you get past all the big dragons anyway? I'm sure they're being held hostage."

Cyprus paused, frowning. "Well... idunno."

He brightened. "But I bet YOU-"

"Oh no no no, not me." Ironwood interrupted determinedly. "I'm too old and slow, I'd last less time than you would. No, that'd be a disaster."

A pause ensued, neither dragon saying a word as they sat staring into the fire; the darkness of the setting sun falling around them.

"Then... then whaddaIdo?" asked the youngster finally, his voice wavering.

"You wait." The old dragon said, turning towards Cyprus with a gleam in his eye. "You wait until you grow up more and get big and strong, and then you can go find them and save them all."

"B-b-but... I don' wanna wait." He said, wings drooping and lip quivering slightly.

"But you've got to." Ironwood insisted. "It's your only chance."

Cyprus sighed and nodded slowly. Then he yawned.

"It's 'bout time you hit the sack, kid." The old Leafwing grunted. "Gettin late. Go get some shuteye."

The dragonet nodded again, leaving him by the fire and sleepily meandering over to a makeshift nest that had been made earlier.

Curling up in the soft leaves, he looked up at the silent chorus of blinking fireflies in the understory above. Forcing back only about a couple of gallons of tears, he gritted his teeth, refusing to allow himself to cry.
He had to be tough.
He had to be fearless.
He had to be strong for his family.

"One day, when I'm big and strong daddy." Cyprus whispered, gazing up into the night sky. "One day."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Ironwood sat alone next to his beloved forge, the faithful friend who had served him so well over the years.

As he thought about the young Leafwing's difficult situation, memories began to churn inside his head until they became a swirl of images, moments lost to time, and memories that he'd wished he could blot out forever.

And in the middle of all this was the kid. He was definitely something, had guts unlike anybody the old dragon had ever seen before. He'd become something some day, that was for sure.

He looked over at the quiet, inert form of the dragonet and watched his side rise and fall in rhythm with his steady breathing.
Staring past him and off into the distance he remarked:

"Well Hornet. Looks like there's a crack forming in that exoskeleton of yours. Better be careful, cause one day it just might be a real tough one to patch."

Ironwood stared back into the fire meditatively.

"One day."
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