It was just another ordinary day. The city of Warfang was waking up to the bright sun, and went forth to do what they usually did in the daytime. Through the crowd of bustling dragons, moles and other fantasy creatures a pink dragoness appeared. She trotted down the streets, looking like nothing in the world could bother her.
Ember selected destination was the temple of Warfang, a large building build up high on a hill. There was the mess hall where young dragons went to get breakfast, lunch and dinner. It was also the place where most of Ember's friends liked to hang out.
When she arrived at the steps, she found Spyro, Cynder, Sparx and her mate Flame waiting for her, chatting about. They noticed her, and Cynder greeted her: "Hi, there, Ember."
She smiled. "Hey, there, Cynder, Sparx, Spyro. Oh, and you too, Flame."
The red dragon only smirked, but he had a happy twinkle in his eyes. They all headed inside to get their meals, but then Ember suddenly grimaced, holding her head. Flame quickly ran to her side and saved her before she fell over.
"You alright?" he asked in concern. Her other friends where looking at her, worried.
"Yeah, I'm fine," she said, wondering where the sudden dizziness came from. They all went inside, but Ember couldn't shake off the weird feeling she received earlier.