Ryu

I trail after my father - or adoptive father, really - keeping a tight grip on the scroll in talon. My father had just gotten really excited about something after reading it and was bustling around to find out more truths like in this scroll. He told me I must never read the scroll. And so I'm not going to.
Oh, come on. I know you know that we both know you want to see what's in there.
No! Silence. You're not going to make me loose our father's trust.
Pfffft. You're weak. Just open it up and read it. He won't know!
You are a built in shoulder deamon. Maybe if you heeded me when I try to be your shoulder angel, maybe I'll listen to you.
Blah, blah, blah, blah... Oh, dad's stopping. I'll go now.
I heave a sigh of reliefn as Riley goes away for a moment. I was determined to keep my promise to dad. I wouldn't look at the scroll. I won't.
...
I can't help myself.
I nervously look up to see if my dad is watching me...

Riley

Bah, who cares if Jacob is watching or not. I nearly tear the scroll, reading as fast as I can in the amount of time I have. I snap the scroll closed, only remembering bits and pieces, but it was enough. I had learned what this scroll had. And I knew I had to destroy it.
I calmly began to walk off.
"Hey! Ryu, get back here!" Jacob says, following me. Wrong! I am Riley! You need to stop mixing us up. And I shall GET RID OF THIS SCROLL. And there is NOTHING you can do to stop me!
I break into a trot, wings flapping to try to get me further away from Jacob and any other Truth Finder. I was going to destroy this.

Sunset didn't have too much trouble reading it, but it was definitely interesting how this was the first one she chose. She tried to match what was on this scroll to others, wondering if the ones still on the shelves would match up to what this one said

For Sunset:

A lot did. They where lettered in fragments mostly and the scrolls they depicted where logs. Logs of info. As if someone had been keeping track of a project, a project of breeding.

For Ryu, Riley:

The truths where there, there where other dragons. There where creatures that where above those known of the time, creatures that had power and wills. Creatures that had been trapped in monstrous creations and held in torment in order to insure the fact of dominance of the main breeds. To rid the world of the mystic breeds, to rid the world of those who naturally have the power. They where the hidden dragons, the dragons that had been trapped in the forms of Nightflares.

(Ping above.)

Riley

I wasn't too bothered to learn the fact that main breeds - like me - had pushed other species back in order to maintain dominence. It was just the cycle of life.
But what if we hadn't been a main breed?
Ah, hush. You're just too kind for your own good. Toughen up some.
Okay, but
No 'but's or 'coconut's. Stop trying to distract me from doing my job.
I slink into a corner, out of Jacob's sight, opening the scroll again and reading it all, wanting to suck in as much information before destroying it.

Ryu

At this point in time, I have to make sure Riley doesn't destroy this precious piece of truth, so I take over the reins for a little bit and steer myself back in the direction of father. I continue reading the scroll - I've already failed to not already, what is something worse can happen if I just continue - feeling like I have heard of this somewhere before as well...

"Huh...interesting," she muttered to herself. She looked near the end, trying to find why all these breeds had just disappeared.

There where stories. Many called them myths, stories of magical creatures. But then again, how could anyone be sure? Things got mixed up when told over time.

That part was torn off, as if by desperate talons in little time. Someone had removed it, and they clearly hadn't wanted any other dragon to know what had been written. The only thing left there was 'We did it. I regret it, but it is for the best...'

Who was 'we'? She was getting a little frustrated. Every time she had a question answered, it only opened a dozen more questions that needed to be answered. Unless the part of the scroll had been destroyed, it was surely going to be hidden somewhere, but where? For now, she kept looking through the other scrolls

She could stumbled on multiple types. Logs half ripped off, images partially scorched of sketched out dragons with odd colors and marks. Sizes differing and two options she could stumble on included the Memorils image and an image of a creature like Air Current.