"Mortis? Are you down here? He-llo! Mortis-It's us, Artha Penn and Beau!"

"Ah, Artha, Beau. What brings you two down here so close to a race?" The Dragon Priest asked, walking out of the shadows.

"I have this weird feeling, Mortis." Artha admitted. "It's like the feeling I get as Dragon Booster but it's more dark, tormented."

Mortis looked at him surprised. "This feeling, when-where did you first feel it?"

Artha thought back. "It was when I first met the Crescent Dragon Scale racers Hotaru and Rini-and their Dragons Titan and Stella. Man, those Dragons are unique. They're on four legs like Beau but Stella's orange, and red-and Titan's purple, and black."

"Did you say they were like Beau?" Mortis asked shocked. Artha nodded slowly. "It's worse than I feared if it was bred back into life…" Artha and Beau looked at him bizarrely. "There's an old Dragon legend that is so sacred I didn't even know about it until the absolute last moment at the end of my training. It speaks of a Dragon and a female rider who came from a world of power. They were the reason the Dragon-Human War reached the peek. Both leaders on both sides had fallen in love with this female rider but she and her Dragon only fought to protect Dragon City. There is a shrine that holds her in the highest honor but I don't know where it is. Go to your race, Artha. I'll search for the temple in the meantime."

"Thanks, Mortis." Artha said, mounting Beau. "I'll check in later."