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I came from a palace or something of the sort, it had been a place where humans had once made a beautiful structure. Or at least I believe it was beautiful at one time, because now it happens to have had paint and jewels halfway off of the castle walls, along with some of the structures being chipped or broken. It was uninhabited at the time, and we were needed a place to call home so we stayed there.

My father, being one of the toughest looking dragons in our small group, was marked as leader, but after being there for a few months, things started to change. There happened to be an unfortunate accident while we had been there, three of our other strongest dragons, the only other ones in our group, were all killed in battle. We had gotten curious after a day of them not being back, and not so far from home had we seen their dead and bloody bodies laying on the ground. We were miserable and grieving for about a month or so before we had decided it would be best to go try to find a new place to live.

After about a week of wandering, we finally came across a nice looking group that had set up shelter in between a forest and the snowy forest we definitely did not want to deal with walking through. Being as desperate for a shelter as we were, we went up to them. We were gladly taken in and taken to a guest area, it was a bed made of twigs and leaves padding down the large-ish area. After being there for a while, we were slowly accepted as official members of the clan.