It was hot, SO so hot in the sand, it burned his scales and make this claws hurt. He finally found another dragon, golden like him and they took him in and raised him like their own. The only way one could tell he wasnt a sand dragon was from his eyes.

Anwyl always found it hard to make friends, ever since he was young he always got picked on for how shinny his wings were, or how he was the wrong colour from the other hatchlings. He was born in the desert under the burning sun, far away from any other dragons. His parents were from the Ice flight but he wasn't born anywhere near the Icefield

Growing up he always wanted to fly, stretch his wings in the air currents and fly to places hes never flown to before. Visit as many Elemental territory's before he finally settled in and servers the higher deity.

Finally old enough to take to the skys he decided to take a visit to his homelands, Icefields. He met his parents but they weren't happy to see him. He stood out and gleamed yellow in the white, frosty grounds. He met the god, Icewarden and he scowled at Anwyl with disappointed interest and banished his parents for making such a horrible looking dragon.

Anwyl flue from that place faster then he has ever flown before, he followed the eastren coast till he hit The Shifting Expanse, what he seen there was more then he could take in....

So many dragons different colours shapes and sizes, flying and walking, playing and shopping. He felt welcome, more then welcome, he felt at home already