Sometimes, finding the truth isn't the best thing.
The dragon realm, a world of magic; wonder; wild nature; and ferocity. A world with bright lights and wonderful sights. But this world isn't what it seems.

Behind the sparkles.

Behind the music and magic.

Behind the protective wings of all the dragons that live in this land.

There lies a secret, there lies death. There lies history long forgotten and burnt away by dragons that do not wish for those under their control to realize the reality of their magical and safe world. There's a danger, there's a secret. There are two sides you can take. Two sides. Life /OR/ Death.
You must choose.
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Breed options.
Basic clan/breeds:
Nightflight
Sunspacer
Toxicwing
Deepdiver
Camophang
Snowblider
Skellhell

Strayed breeds around the land.(The main dragons do not consider these breeds true dragons):
Memoril
Mistblist

The mystic breeds. (There can only be a few of you that may be these. They where rid from the land, but there may be the rare few I will allow)
Seafrill (3)
Moonmist (2)
Multiwing (2)
Rockmocker (3)



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Sunset stared at the scroll, in shock for a few moments. As soon as she snaps out of it, she's determined to figure out what's going on here, why other dragons decided to hide these, especially if they're of dragon breeds she's never heard of or seen. She's very curious, and she'd be a terrible liar if she just decided to up and leave, and try to forget about what she'd seen. That was near impossible now.

The mountain is calm, things are running smoothly. Dragons go about their ways but the truth of this world is beginning to become noticable to those of you that have begun to see the scrolls. The burnt, worn and old scrolls that have been hidden away. Only to be found, now, hundreds of years later.

Flameshard, or Shard, was nearby the major scroll archives. Any dragon had the freedom to go in and search for the knowledge they seek, but there has always been a strange dark room lacking the fiery balls of light along the walls. Few know what the room is, only those few go in and out. Shard is supposed to be on duty but she's rather passed out by the post.

Sunset took this opportunity, glancing around to make sure no one was nearby or watching, and she tried to find a way into the room. She realized just how oblivious she had been before. She hadn't really ever noticed this room, but the more she was around it, the more she realized just what could lie beyond.

It was dark and shadowed, colder for sure than the rest of the warmth from the dragons you could find around. Like a Snowblider had decided to take rest inside, but it was a stale cold. Not a soothing cold as the scales of the snow dragons. A Nightflight came by, mostly ignoring Sunset as he walked by toward the texts of terrains. His talons dragged on the floor, giving off a creepy scraping noise. It roused Flameshard a bit, her wings shifting a little against her sleek back.

She quickly went inside, folding her wings tight, trying to hide her underbelly so she could hide in the shadows. Sunset wasn't entirely sure if that would even work...she might give herself away somehow. Based on the way they tried to keep dragons out, nothing good would come if she got caught.

That was for sure. The room was dark at first, but it mostly lead to a tunnel, a tunnel that went to the left. Going down that way, soon you'd find vines of Lunar Lillies growing along the walls in the cracks, lighting the way to a huge room full of old scrolls. Some sections in the wall held ashes, burt ones, crumbled and even frozen. But many where still preserved, as if someone had so desperately fought to keep them safe. Even if they had some scorch marks. The labels on the sections where in dragon, but the claw marked lettering and markings where mostly worn away.

Well, it didn't matter, because she decided to read each and every one of them or try to, at least. She very carefully took the first decent one into her talons, as if it was about to burst into flame any second. Sunset unraveled it slowly, almost scared of what she would find

Well the first one she found was a very interesting coincident. On it was scrawled in wavering talon writing a list of sorts. A small one, not to important. But it was a list of documents, as if someone had cared enough to keep track of some information.