Beneath the warm glow of a lantern and the crackle of a fire pot, Elder Brambleclaw gathered the young dragons for their favorite time of day—story hour. Perched on the worn stones by the ancient door, he spun tales of daring sky flights, hidden treasure caves, and the wisdom of dragonkind. The little ones leaned closer, their eyes wide, their tails curled around their claws, as the flames danced in rhythm with the words. Tonight’s story was about a hero not unlike themselves—proof that even the smallest dragon could one day fill the skies with greatness.