My campfire story I was a very young warror, at the second stage of my training. Upon a barge docked in Virgiya of the human lands I debarked. My mission to honour our dragon with the taking of a human scalps was to begin. Let me tell you of what I saw the day I began. Nestling under dock I began to wake as the sun's first rays lit the coastline and shimmered upon the sea. There on the beach walked a familiar face, an old rival from war time in the crystal caves. This day he thought to try his ...