Heat flared off unto the Dragonborns. They all gathered and sat around a campfire surrounded by the the thick oak trees of the Tenzo forest outside of Teriel. The night being late hadn't affected sheidden, for a lot was lingering in his head.

Memories slowly came to him that he hadn't remembered. It was something about seeing the other dragonborns that put a spark in his head. These memories were not clear but I'm small pieces and blurry.

“So, why have you come for me?” Sheidden asked. “We have set off on a quest… to find our parents.” Arrinn stated. Sheidden looked a bit confused. “Parents? ”

“yes, so you not remember? My mother is the ancient black dragon, Kavara’s is the ancient green dragon, Destin’s is the ancient red dragon, Marik’s is the ancient gold dragon, and yours is the ancient white dragon.

“How do we find them?” Sheidden asked. “The Dragons are each known to be in their own territories. The closest would be the Green dragon of Shayrak forest.” Arrinn explained. Sheidden peered at Kavara for the Green dragon was her mother. Sheidden turned and tried to fall asleep now understanding the group's goal.

The sun has risen, an hour hence to the group's wake. It has taken time for the light to reach through the trees surrounding them. Sheidden sat up to see Destin was gone and the others were packing up camp. “We move for Shayrak.” Arrinn announced

The group began to move along through the trees straying from teriel. There wasn't a path but Marik was an exceptional navigator. He hadn't needed a map to get around for in his time he had travelled a lot, and the group has deep trust in him.

As they moved along Sheidden got the constant feeling they weren't alone. He felt as if they were being followed. Just then Destin paced out from the woods baring the carcass of a recently slain deer hanging over his shoulder with a single arm to balance it.

“Welcome back.” Kavara said. They moved along coming to a clearing of a meadow. Wind would flow silently through the tall grass portraying a peaceful scene.

The group began to walk through the grass getting to a river in which crossed through the middle of the meadow. A waterfall lay at the end of the river leading into a valley. It was beautiful.

Destin placed the deer down and began to cut and skin it. The others say down to just hang out for a while. Sheidden just pondered over the scenery.

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“Hey.” Kavara called to Sheidden. When he looked Kavara passed him a dagger. “just in case.” Sheidden attached it to his belt hanging it by it's sheath. He nodded at Kavara.

Just then as he went back to pondering, a wolf ran out from the tall grass towards Sheidden. Destin quickly gripped his bow and put an arrow into it putting it down before Sheidden. “Wolves!” Arrinn called as more charged from the bushes.

The group began fighting them off. Sheidden went for his dagger as one leapt at him. Just as he drew the blade the beast tackled him. They both crashed to the floor and rolled into the river.

The water immediately took them both with the current. Sheidden fought as hard as he could to keep the wolf off of him at the same time he struggled to see where he was going, flipping and rolling through the water. He then gripped his left hand around its neck and jammed the dagger into its side.

The wolf stopped fighting and fell into death but the fight wasn’t over. Sheidden was on the course for the waterfall and it was coming quick. He dug his arms into the water as hard as he could to swim to the side but the current was strong.

The group had successfully fought off the wolves and wass running after him. Destin ran ahead of the group with Arrinn close behind. Sheidden was but fifteen feet from the shore.

Destin took a few fast steps and launched into the air towards Sheidden. Arrinn simultaneously grabbed his ankle and held a strong branch Destin landed next to Sheidden and grabbed his hand just as he flew off the waterfall.

As the group caught up, Arrinn struggled to rip both of them from the raging water. Kavara and Marik grabbed Arrinn and pulled the three of them out from the river.

“By my scales!” Marik yelled. Sheidden got to his feet “Well there goes the dagger.” He said.

The group recovered and kept on along the river, farther into the woods. They were headed for a town just a mile up river. There they could resupply and get Sheidden a weapon.

They had arrived to see a very active marketplace. The group searched for the first weapon bender they could find. Once one was revealed, they approached, Sheidden counting his money. He bore you 120 silver pieces. He began to search through the weapons until one in which seemed appealing to him would reveal itself.

The other Dragonborns searched the market for other supplies necessary for their journey. Sheidden had picked an elvish longsword, which to his mighty hands measure out to match that of a draconic shortsword. “How much for this?” He asked the vender. “100 silver pieces.” The vender replied shocking Sheidden for this was most of his money. He felt it necessary and purchased the weapons. Along with this he had bought a large black cloak which he'd wear over his clothes.

Then regrouping and sitting at a local tavern, Arrinn unfolded a large map, placing it over the table. As they discussed the route they'd travel, Sheidden almost felt like the names that Arrinn read aloud were familiar like he'd been there before.

They were going to cross through everything from jungle to desert. They would eventually reach the ancient Draconic temple. Then maybe things will make a little more sense.