You walk into a cave. It is cold and dark in the cave, and you shiver a bit. Why would a NICE Dragon live here?
"Frema!" Amiryllis calls. "Visitors!"
*Crash* *Crash* *Crash*
"Frema. It's just me!"
"Oh." You hear a gentle voice coming from the depths of the cave. "You never told me that!"
Yay! You think. It must be some kind of little, peaceful Dragon!
Out slithers a large, terrifying red Wyrm.
"Um, you sound...nice." Was all you could think to say.
The Wyrm laughs kindly. "Yes, many people are suprised at my gentle nature. My father never thought I was really a Wyrm!"
"Um, your father?"
"Yes, his name is Domoco, and he's currently in the Desert Realm. He doesn't talk about me - he's embarassed." The Wyrm grins.
"Why is he embarassed?" You ask.
"Well," Frema says. "You see, Wyrms are supposed to be vicious, bloodthirsty creatures. My father tried to train me to be a big, vicious bully, but instead I turned out to be the nicest adolescent the residents of the Fire Realm had ever seen. My father worked as hard as he could to change my nature, but I've never really taken to hurting other people."
"Amazing!"
"Yes, anyway, my father was gotten at SkyHaven Adoptions, so I guess there are other Wyrms there for you to adopt."
"Well, bye chum," Amiryllis says. "We got a whole world to explore before nightfall!"
"See you later!" Frema calls, and she slithers back into her cave.
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