Hello, my name is Katro. I live in my home, which is called Dark Deep, even though it is not particularly deep and is only dark at night. But I love my home anyways, despite it's misnomer of a name. Dark Deep is a very fun place, and is made almost 100% of all sorts of rock. This makes it perfect for Catastrophic Quakens like me and Groncles like my best friend Grincher

Grincher is chubby, green, and playful, with the best of intentions. Unfortunately, he also has the worst of luck and often unintentional causes trouble for the both of us. But in my experience, it always works out in the end. Groncles and Catastrophic Quakens like me have always got along well. I am very protective of Grincher.

One day long ago, when I was still a broadwing, I met a man. He was rather chubby, and he stank of fear. It was a dark time in Dark Deep, darker than normal that is to say. The Groncles had suddenly become scared of us, the Catastrophic Quakens.

Grincher and all the other Groncles just got up and left. I couldn't believe he would just go do that without telling me anything. I was very worried. But then I met the chubby man, and then the very next day I saw him leading all the Groncles back. And as always, things worked out in the end.

Grincher said he left because the others left. They had traveled to a place the humans called "Dragon's Edge". He spoke of two odd humans, who… rode a dragon? What an odd idea. Anyways, they rode a Hideous Zippleback. Grincher said they had bestowed upon him a most unusual name, "Jr. Tuffnut Jr.". But according to my friend they seemed nice enough, at least not like trappers.

Trappers are pretty much always bad news for dragons like Grincher. I remember they used to terrify me when I was younger. Luckily, now I am so big that most trappers will flee from me. It is rather fun to burn their boats and watch them swim away, screaming like little girls. Sweet revenge.

I was pretty sure that they were behind the disapearance of my cousins, as after they had been missing for a few days I heard a rumor that they had been captured by dragon trappers, and were being used as wrecking balls on a distant island.

But eventually, my cousins did return, confirming the rumor as the truth. They returned speaking of marble domes, sinking islands, and yet again, the mysterious Fishlegs Ingerman. They said he aided them in their escape from the dreadful place.

Yes, the dragon riders have been a plight upon my kind for all too long. I used to have mercy on them, but after hearing all the tales of their horrendous deeds, not anymore. Nowadays I leave no survivors. I do feel a bit of remorse as I am not a natural killer, but my rage allows me to ignore this.

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I awoke and stretched, the rumble from my movement echoing throughout the cave. As I exited my home and felt the sunlight on my scales, I saw something that astonished me. A humongous dark grey figure was standing partway submerged in the water. The sun didn't even dare glisten on its stormy scales. It was the biggest dragon I had ever seen. It was bigger than me by far.

This monstrous dragon had only one horn, the other looked to have been blasted off by some tremendous force. Fear curled through my body. It had been a while since I had felt it, but it was justified. Compared to this creature, I felt like a Terrible Terror underfoot. I watched as it raised its head, before letting loose an ear shattering roar that could surely be heard from islands away.

I froze as it tilted its head down, thrusting it forward and I felt like it was looking straight at me, though I doubted it to be true. I could see pretty much every other dragon on the island was staring in awe and terror at it. Why would it look at me? I was probably about as insignificant as an ant to the amazing dragon.

A cold icy mist erupts out of the beast's mouth, freezing everything in its path and creating humongous ice spikes. The entire island was becoming caked in ice. This couldn't be good. I took a step back as the exit from the tunnel was frozen shut. I quickly made my way backwards in the tunnel, gathering enough room to ram the newly formed barrier.

Rolling up into a ball, I smashed into the ice at full speed. The force from the impact made the whole tunnel shake and tremble. The ice cracked, yielding to the blow. The momentum from my spinning hit made me blast out of the cave at incredible speeds. I rolled until a bump jolted me up into the air.

I landed, creating a shockwave on impact and a loud cacophony of cracking ice. As I uncurled from my ball I absorbed my surroundings with awe. The entirety of Dark Deep had been coated with a thick layer of ice. A large circle of it had been blasted away from me due to my impact with the ground. The resounding impact had seemingly caught the beast's attention. Its cold eyes glared at me, seeming to pierce my very soul.

Those eyes. I knew I recognised this beast from somewhere. Now, as it looked me straight in the eye, I knew. I recognised it from the myths that had been passed from dragon to dragon. I had hear the myths since before I could fly. This creature, could it be, the almighty Bewilderbeast?

I needed help. But who would help a dragon like me? Grincher was frozen solid in the ice. I could see him from here. His face was frozen in an expression of terror. This filled me with rage. How dare this dragon just come here, out of the blue, and do all… this?!

I knew who I had to seek out. The human who helped dragons. Who helped boulder class. Who had helped me. Fishlegs Ingerman.