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"Wait! What’s your name!” The dragon called out. A long pause followed. “...Call me Prodigal,” the bleached Pearlcatcher said, glancing over at the dragon he’d helped from the corner of his eye. Then, he flicked his tail and walked onwards, as if the other dragon didn’t exist.
No one, especially dragons like that could know his name. After all, it was that young, naive, oblivious dragon who had brought back the memories. The small obelisk had been attacked by bandits while outside the city walls, and was lucky Prodigal had been nearby, otherwise he’d have been left for dead… just as Prodigal had once been. Prodigal quickly defeated the instigators, showing utterly no mercy. Then, he brought the adolescent dragon to the edge of the city where he left him. Those times were not memories that Prodigal would like to relive. Left, broken, at the side of the road, no dragon had come to help him. Then, when he was on the brink of death, Windsinger’s army passed by. He watched them, throat too parched to say anything, legs too broken to crawl towards the parading dragons, but a scout noticed him. Soon, he was being cared for, brought back to health. For a price however: He was to join the army. Prodigal really did try to repay his debt to the Windsinger, he trained hard and recovered well, though his horn would forever be broken down the middle. Then, it was time to learn to fight, to defend Sornieth against the shade. But every time another dragon rushed at him to spar, he started shaking, fell to the ground, and went into shock. They wouldn’t be able to get him to even look at weapons for days afterwards. A Failure. That’s what he was. When they realized that he was useless in defending Sornieth, they expelled him. His best efforts were counted as worse than nothing, and bitterness swelled in his heart. Prodigal had no where to call home, no friends to return to, he was even scorned by one of the most kind and carefree gods in the land. This is why no one can know his name. If he must be considered a failure, then he could be a nameless failure. His name could remain clean and spotless, dead on the side of that road so long ago. Let his alias take the shame. Meanwhile, he had learned to fight–brutally, shoving down the memories. They’d see that he was an opponent to be feared.
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Basics Name: Name Gender: Gender Place of Birth: Place Age: Age Birthdate: MM/DD/YYYY Occupation: Job Quote: You can put a short quote here, that describes your Dragon or your Dragon said. It can actually be a couple of sentences and still fit! -JustBlackTea |

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Click or tap a food type to individually feed this dragon only. The other dragons in your lair will not have their energy replenished.
Exalting Prodigal to the service of the Windsinger will remove them from your lair forever. They will leave behind a small sum of riches that they have accumulated. This action is irreversible.
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