Aeryn grew with the dragons. He hunted fish with them. He lived with them. He was almost every bit like one of them. Almost every dragon got used to him, by the time he reached the age of 6 ... almost every dragon. Titus was still stubborn with his opinion of him.

His vivid green eyes turned intense and focused in his few years growing up in the wild. His red and brown thick hair had now transformed into long locks of a wild mess. His skin was well tanned, though it harboured some burn marks here or there; his peers were fire-breathing reptiles after all. His only clothing was a loincloth. There was no doubt, he was a boy raised in the wild.

Soros and Aeryn were pursuing their favourite past-time; dragon-wrestling. Punching, strangling, biting, scratching and pushing each other, rolling through the Nightmare territory of the island.

"Take that." Aeryn punched his, almost, brother.

"Oh no, I don't think so." Soros wrapped his tail around the boy's neck and threw him off his body.

They carried on wrestling and didn't notice that they went out of their herd's territory, and crossed the border to Deadly Nadder territory.

"Hey, wait, stop." Aeryn paused their wrestle and looked around, this wasn't their home territory of a volcano, and it was a forest. "Where are we?"

"Let's look around and maybe we'll find a way to get home." Soros got up and the two friends walked around nervously. Both of them on all fours crawled around. Soros was too young to carry both of them.

A growl, sounded in the depth of the trees, and definitely not one either boys heard from their herd. Terrified, both boys ran or flew as fast as they could to the opposite direction.

"Hey, wait ... I just wanna play." A purple Nadder, about their age, jumped out of the trees and into view. The two friends stopped in their tracks when they saw a harmless small Nadder.

"Wha- That's what we were running from, a small Nadder?" Soros exclaimed to his friend.

"Who are you calling small?"

"Sorry about my friend, we were just playing a game until we got lost, you wouldn't happen to know the way to the Nightmare horde?" Aeryn, always the polite one of the two, apologized.

"Sure just head that way." The Nadder pointed to the direction, but when the two began to move away he stopped them. "Wait stop ... can I play your game, it gets really boring in my herd."

The two friends exchanged glances. "OK, but there are a few rules—"The Nightmare couldn't finish its speech before Aeryn pushed his head to the ground.

"Of course, ya can. I like making new friends. My name is Aeryn and this is Soros, we never got yours."

"Jarius."