Prologue

A small group of dragons passed him on their inter-dimensional tour. It sickened the young dragonet. How they could just waltz down the bridge and gaze at the abyss and be fine.

'If only I was like them.' He thought sadly, 'If only I could fly like them. If only I could just walk down the bridge without them coming for me!

As much as he loathed them he was very thankful, as the 'Beast' would not show his face while Pyrrhians were present.

But the tours were never long enough.

The Beast always came for him, threatened him, and it even tried to murder him once.

Why did the Beast hate him? I'll tell you why. Because who he was, what he was, threatened the Beast.

But not this time. This time our young dragonet ignores the threats and stands up, and it is this that made all the difference.

He climbed up off the one ledge of our universe, onto the bridge.

It was a group of five dragons.

Three screamed, one backed away slowly, but that last one had a kind smile on his face.

He walked slowly to the dragonet picking him up in his arms.

"What's your name little guy?" He asked cradling the tiny dragonet.

"Don't have one? No problem, how 'bout Blue?"

"Gawk!" The dragonet said happily.

The older dragon chuckled.

"Let's get you home."