LeFeu

One day, he spotted the most beautiful dragon he'd ever seen and followed it into a dark cave. When he found the object of his fascination, it was in the midst of a jolly party that accepted him with open wings.

After many joyous hours of twirling across the dancefloor with his newest friend, the music died down and all the dragons around him turned to watch the entrance of a dark-colored Fae dragoness. Her simple clothes were made from sumptuous fabrics and she exuded confidence as she approached the regal dragons heading the party deep in a cave. Soft words were followed by insincere smiles by the hosts, and then they dropped all pretense of welcome with angry snarls. Curious, the young dragon looked to his companion and they both sneaked closer to the dais where the royal dragons discussed unsettling matters.

"...dare you demand anything from us, the Unseelie Court!" The Autumn King loomed over the diminutive dragon hovering before his elaborate throne. "What could your clan possibly offer that we can't get for ourselves?" he demanded with an arrogant sneer.

Camillia, undead queen from a distant clan, never flinched at the subtle threat vibrating through the wild being crouched before her. Instead, she just calmly answered his question, "The nameless clan offers your court the ability to continue your festivities at your leisure in exchange for the blind eye as a limited number of our clan moves through your realm. Our guarantee is that our clan members will only use your court as a throughway and won't stop to collect any errant dragons you net in your sugar-coated trap. Except that one," she quietly said as she pointed at him with her wingtip.

"Why do we care what a clan without even a proper name wants?" the Winter Queen asked, voice dripping with disdain.

With a soft smile, Camillia nodded as she thought through her next words carefully. "You should care, since the nameless clan has not only me and all my magics available for their disposals, but also my mate's magics as well. And we know how you feel about my mate," she smiled sweetly with a slight tilt of her head.

The royal couple on the dais paled and pulled back to discuss amongst themselves, then they quickly nodded in agreeance and motioned for him to join them before the thrones. Confused, the young dragon stepped forward and fell into step behind the dark Fae dragon before him. After an hour of moving through the caverns back to the world he'd left behind, she asked him two questions: "Who are you?" got a confused silence from him, his name long forgotten; "How long were you at the party?" got a broad smile.

"Last night, I followed the most glorious being down those tunnels," he admitted. Then, as the two of them stepped from the dark cave into bright light, he saw things were different from what he remembered. New buildings towered in the distance and there was a populated road where he had only known a dirt path. Dragons of types he'd never imagined mingled with the modern ones he knew and recognized, and he turned a puzzled look to his companion in time to see her drop her head and sigh.

"Youngling, time is different for us than it is for the Unseelie Court. Your night of revelry lost you two or three hundred years." With a sad smile, Camillia named him LeFou and led him to a dark hole in the groud where she greeted her beloved mate before she led him to his new life among the nameless clan.