Xyro

The Philosopher


After he was strong enough, he fled far away from his birth clan and all the dragons who had harmed him throughout his childhood. Fearing he would be following, he continued on as his feet bled and his wings ached. Eventually he collapsed outside the territory of a small clan.

When he woke, the dragons there had wrapped his wounds and offered him food. Once he was healed, they quickly put him to work. Not any manual labor, but rather interpreting writings from ancient dragons- interpreting them so that the clan may have knowledge to trade. He soon fell in love with these writings and studied them feverishly, often staying up through the night to read of the various theories and morals these dragons held.

Soon, though, his debt to this clan was repaid and it was time for him to leave. A welcome opportunity, he thought, to learn from new sources and remove the strain of his staying from this small clan. He traveled far across Sornieth, searching far and wide for the ancient scripts which he so loves.