You find yourself stumbling blindly though a very humid forest. Stopping to look around, it dawns on you you have no idea where you are. You decide to continue through the forest, absorbing all that is around you. As you press on, you find yourself thoughly lost, but none the less enjoying yourself. The cool breeze passes through your hair, so you close your eyes and savor the moment. The rich scent of passion flowers teases your nose. You open your eyes slowly.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

The woman standing in front of you holds your mouth shut. She appears to be young, but you can't be sure. She brushes the soft hair from her eyes with her unused hand, her eyes flashing with excitement.

"Shhh!" she whispers hurredly. She notices your look of puzzlement and she sighs. "I'm terribly sorry to scare you like this. I've been very nervous lately."

"Nervous? Why?"

She smiles at you and gestures towards a log. She sits down on it and hopes you follow. Sitting down, you look at her curiously.

"I finally got to be a caretaker for one!"

"One what?"

She looks at you, a bit startled. Chuckling, she says, "Listen you you shall learn."

Oops.

She continues, obviously getting worked up. "A Drajigon! The little one is right this way... By the way, I am truly sorry for startling you. I just wanted to make sure you weren't going to harm her."

You reluctantly stand up, stretch and follow the curious young woman. She leads you along a river's edge, pointing out the various plants along the way. You hear the crashing of the water growing louder and louder as you move upstream. You fight your way through the thick weeds, rather annoyed, until you see the beautiful waterfall flowing before you. It must stand at least 50 feet tall! The woman leads you across a bridge of stones in front of the waterfall to a small inlet beside the falls. Buried beneath a thick green blanket of plants is a cave. Inside is a winged dragon of a deep crimson.

The woman smiles and strokes the Drajigon's head. "This is Fyrelark, a red female. I can't believe anyone would abandon this sweetheart..." You nod slowly, and she continues. "I just love her so much! I only hope I'll be a good enough friend to her." She takes a small photo out of her pouch and shows it to you.

"This is Fyrelark as a hatchling," she explains. Fyrelark looks down at the photo, then to the woman, blinking slowly, as if absorbing information. You decide to leave them to their thoughts and go the next place.