Skylark whimpered as they descended into the crater. He could tell that something was dreadfully wrong here. At least, his primal, basic instincts told him that this was a bad idea. As his finely tuned ear picked up the disgusting slush and squish of horrible slimy things tunneling through the moist dirt, Skylark held back a gag. He didn't want to upset Father. He wanted his Father to be proud of him, impressed that he wouldn't complain. Wrenching his hand from his mouth, showing no signs of weakness. Daddy, he recalled, didn't like weakness. As Path continued to walk, the grey dragon nuzzled his father. 

As the man approached them, Skylark could hear the muscles underneath his skin twisting. It was a very vicious sound, he decided. Though he knew he was scared of the man, his curiosity got the better of him. He had to know who was speaking in such a voice. Hesitantly, he turned to look into the deep, almost turquoise eyes of the stranger. Immediately, the boy regretted his decision. There was suddenly a deep growl, and Skylark reacted differently than his brother. He thought about hypnotizing him, but realized that would only make the other dragons angry. Well, angrier. 

There was no point in that. Who was this man? Father seemed to know hi, but from where? For some reason. Skylark didn't recognize him. He shook his head, short, boyish curls bouncing about. He looked like the child of an ancient [i]Roman[/i] god. The Romans, he remembered his Daddy telling him a story. He held his brother's hand. 'I miss Daddy... I'm scared.' He voiced before turning back to the man and growling back. He would protect his Daddy and Sleipnir. And Father too, if he needed it. 

He stopped growling when the man said he would not attack. As a dragon, he knew not to speak to these elders. But he had too much of Edge in him. He narrowed his eyes and analyzed the information he was given. His Father told him these were the elders, meaning they must be really old. And Edge... He had read them many stories. One in particular was about a group of dragons called elders. It said, that, when the sun and the moon were aligned so the grey sky was totally illuminated in luminous brightness, the war would begin. Now that he thought about it, maybe Edge was just telling them. "Are you an elder?"