Rigel

It was a mysterious occurrence. Smoke was thick in the air, a hot blaze destroying the edges of the Contagion. Dry, withered, sickly trees fed the fire-- all too soon a great deal of portion became wiped out. The Clan investigated the fire, apprehension prickling their hides. Fire was rare here. Fire destroyed disease. And thus, fire was an enemy to AurelionSol, and this wild blaze must be stopped!

However, when the flames were fought and tamed, the only culprit around for miles was a small crimson-and-gold Imperial hatchling. Its amber Fire-Flight eyes were wide with fear and confusion. Who were all these angry, sickly dragons? Why was heat all it felt?

With a snarl, one of the dragons stepped forward. Startled, the young hatchling bellowed a mighty flame. The dragon reeled, hissing and blinded. AurelionSol had never seen such a breath on a dragon before, much less from a hatchling. The enemy seemed to be molded differently now in his mind. This hatchling could be used for greater things, greater conquers, and greater battles. If someone so dared as rise against him, a little fire could go a long ways.

He came to the hatchling, comforted it, and brought it with him back to his subdivided Clan. This was his treasure now-- his weapon.

And the boy trained under his guidance, believing in a family bond that wasn't there.