Ignitus.
Ignitus was the very first dragon I ever lay eyes on. I met him one day when I strayed father than I should, and discovered something that I did not want to know: I was not a dragonfly. I was, in fact, a dragon, as Ignitus told me, and thanks to him I learnt of my past and I saw my true home.
It was Ignitus that ignited the small flame of hope inside me. If it had not been for him, I would most likely have walked the lonely path of trying to find my home for many years more. It was he who taught me how to wield the fire element, and awakened the first of many powers inside me. I was reluctant to accept my destiny at first, but Ignitus told me that I could, and back then, I believed him.
I rescued the guardians Volteer, Cyril and Terrador, but with none of them did I feel the connection I had with Ignitus. When rescuing Terrador, Cynder attacked. If Ignitus had not jumped in and saved me I would be dead already. He risked his life to save mine, and sometimes I wish that he hadn't. If I had been killed, then the quest to murder the purple dragon would be over, and Malefor would have caused less trouble for Ignitus. If I had died then my bond with Ignitus would not have been as strong as it once was, and I would not have to watch Ignitus perish in flames in front of my very eyes.
Even when I arrived to save Ignitus from Cynder, the Fire dragon begged me to forget about him and save myself. He would have given every last drop of blood for me, and I knew it. When he sacrificed himself to allow me to go on, it tore me apart. I wanted to leap into the flames and die with him, and now I wish I had.
Sometimes I hear Ignitus' voice in my ear, forever helping me and guarding me like he did when I defeated Malefor. But then I realise that I am just imagining things, and it is my insanity that is driving me to believe I can hear him.
Ignitus was my mentor and my father figure, and I owe to him more than I own to any other dragon. He died for me, and now he is lost.
This is another one of my reasons for dying.