Natherion slowly creeped out of the crevasse where he had been hiding, He had seen the fight and how his mother the Gold dragon Anathera had fought with the adventurers and how the one covered in metal scales had cut his mother’s throat.

Natherion looked to his mother, He had kept himself from crying while the adventurers had plundered his home. So they would not discoverer him, it was only when he saw what state they had left his mother that tears started to roll down the still soft scales of Natherions cheeks.

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The Adventurers had not simply plundered Natherions home but also his beloved mother, Flaying her and butchering her body for all it had to offer… Only leaving heaps of meat and the colossal skeletal form of Anathera for the maggots to pick clean.

Natherion slowly almost afraid of the carcass that once had been his mother, he came upon the head and looked upon toothless mouth and the socketless eyes of his beloved mother, he curled up into a ball next to what had been his world and cried.

That day Natherion learned first hand the brutality of mankind and how he would burn the world of man to cinders...