Father, Mother,
Scott’s words were true, I live and breathe. It would be a struggle for me to condense all I’ve been through in the past few months into a letter not a tome, so I’ll keep things brief. I have found safety and security somewhere new – the Dragon Academy in the Capital. I have been fortunate enough to succeed where others have not in obtaining an egg, and hatching a dragon.
This dragon is of fire, and I named it in honour of our name, Cindermeare. This name and mine shall find itself spoken of around Folkflames for generations of descendants to come. This beast is firey, and has granted me great abilities, ones that could burn through the harshest of Tegrith storms.
I wish I could visit, but the whelp cannot carry me yet and I am unfortunately bound by duty to the realm. I am a servant of the Queen, a Defender of Summer.
I am well aware as are you of the darker filth which taints our world, this corruption. I urge you to be strong, for us riders are at the precipice of breaking through it. Once our dragons are fully grown we shall burn away the darkness and the storms, ushering in a Summer peace.
I promise you this. Igna shan’t be the only one to keep your flame burning. I will return, some day. On dragonback, I will show her all I’ve seen.
Do not fear for my safety. There are shadows in this world which threaten us all, but I am bonded with a beast of legend, and it is ridden by a legend to be.
Your boy
Pyro Dagmeare
PS. Your writing has improved father, I'm very proud!