At the beggining of the world, dragons existed. They were the first living beings in the World. Of these dragons, three ovepowered them all. At first, peace ruled the land, but eventually, one of them would rise to acquire more power, and it happened to be two of them who rose, Khyber and Syberys. the two of them fought for years and years and began to create so much chaos to the land that the third dragon could not stand and watch them destroy the world. The third was called Eberron. He fought them and defeated them both at the cost of his life. Finally the three dead dragons decided to give the last of their life energy to the world. Khyber gave his to the earth and it's underground life which is called the Below. Syberys gave his to the sky and all the Above. Finally, Eberron gave his power to the World itself which is called the Between. The result of this was the creation of a new world and of new life and creatures, that is why we now call the three ancient dragons the Progenitor Wyrms. They gave life to the world of Eberron.

Chapter I

A flute that cannot play

" Boo! Boo!" yelled the clients of the Golden Bucket, one of the best taverns of the village of Bluevine. " This ain't music! It's barbarism! Shoo! Shoo!"

A young bard was on the stage of the Golden Bucket, trying to dodge the plates and tankards thrown at him. His flute in hand, he tried to protect himself with his hand but inevitably, a buck hit his forehead and he fell on the ground. At that moment, an tall and well built man rushed in from the kitchen and put himself between the young one and the enraged crowd. He was wearing black pants that looked black no more because flour had been spilled on it, a white shirt that wasn't white anymore and a tablier that was as dirty as the rest of his clothes.

"Ok! the party is over! The guy won't play anymore! Please sit down and relax a bit! Tonight, in excuse for this miserable performance, each client will be given a free buck of ale!"

At that mention, the crowd stopped yelling and went back to their chairs. The innkeeper sighed and went to the unconscious little guy, picked him up and entered a private room. He placed him in a chair and slapped him gently on the cheeks. The bard finally opened his eyes, and saw the man, standing in front of him.

" Ah! you finally woke up" said the inkeeper. "You got hit pretty hard this time. Be careful."

" Don't worry boss, it's won't happen next time" answered the bard.

" Oh! I'm sure it won't happen again, because there won't be a next time."

The bard's eyes widened suddenly. His lips moved as if he wanted to say something but nothing came out.

" Come on! Don't tell me you didn't expect it. I'm really sorry to say this lad, but it's true. It's the third time this week it happens, and strangely, it happens only when you are on the stage, and you've been on the stage only three times. And do you realise how much money I loose because of this? I have to give free ale to my clients so they won't go to another inn, and I'm not talking about all the plates broken because they've been thrown at you."

The bard lowered his head and looked at his feet.

" Look, I have to go and serve my clients, so you stay here and wait until I send someone to attend to your injuries, ok?"

The kid waved his hand at the innkeeper. The older man, nodded and went back to work.

"Why? Why can't I play like any other musician? I keep trying and trying but for nothing. I'm useless, and this flute too!"

He thrown his little flute in a corner of the room and put his head in his arms.

"Guil! Guil! here you are!"

Another kid came in the room, panting like an exhausted dog. He looked at his friend. Guil was soaking wet from all the ale he was thrown at. His crimson red shirt was glued at his skin and his pants were brownished of mushroom sauce.

" I know I shouldn't go to the washroom. What can you do without your personal bodyguard? Yeah, I kow what you'll say. You'll say: what bodyguard goes to the washroom while his friend is being beated up by a mad crowd, and I'll answer: me! I know that's not an answer but you must understand..."

" Chuck, shut up!" said Guil.

" Ah, come on! You're just confused by that big bruise on your head. Let's just go back to the common room and show them that you're a great musician."

" I've been fired."

" You what!?" said Chuck.

" The boss just fired me. He says I cost him too much money."

" Ah! the creep! He's lucky that I wasn't there when he fired you. I would have kicked his ass so hard..."

It's at this moment Chuck saw the little flute lying in a corner of the room like a lonely kid that's waiting for his mother to come and pick him up.

" Guil, why did you do that?" asked Chuck.

" Do what? He's the one who fired me!" Guil replied.

" No, I mean why did you throw your flute away?"

Guil crossed his arms and looked away.

" I know what you think, and you know what I think." said Chuck.

" Yeah, but this time it's different" answered Guil. "I really think that I should try to find another profession. When I play, if we can call that playing, it sounds like the scream of a rat that's being fried alive."

" That's only temporary, you've only got to find your inspiration and your style of play that's all. Persevere Guil, I know you can do it."

" No, it's useless." said Guil as he stood up." Useless." And he left.

Chuck looked at his friend walking away, then turned his eyes to the little banboo flute still lying alone on the ground.