It has been a tiresome day for little Sasha. She spent the entire morning and afternoon with her teacher, learning about Egea's unique fauna and all its wonders. Of course, she couldn't tell her about everything, the little girl would eventually need to learn by herself and experience things firsthand. Morgane gave Sasha her adventures journal. it was full of sketches, loose sheets of paper, dried plants etc.

It was pitch black outside, but the girl didn't care. Morgane's writing was surprisingly very engaging and descriptive. She felt like she was there, visiting the spectacular yet deadly Izirian rainforest or even Aracuan's temple in Esia (a country in Liblaes). Sasha was still sitting in her bed, reading the journal (an enormous book made of leather and covered with many silhouettes of creatures) under her soft cover, surrounded by scented candles. The baby dragon, still laying on her shoulders, stared intently at one of the candles. Suddenly, he lifted his tail and placed it on the candle. 

• -Hey! Why would you put out my candle? Sasha complained. 

The little dragon gazed at her, then, a small spark came out of the tip of his tail. The little girl pushed it away since it was getting dangerously close to Morgane's journal. The small lizard tried again, and a little flame appeared. Sasha looked at him, shocked. 

• -Wait... You- you did this?! how?! questioned the young girl, baffled. 

The dragon responded with his usual high-pitched squeal. Sasha continued reading for a moment, but her mind was elsewhere. She couldn't help but think of Morgane's hypothesis. Maybe... just maybe, her village was already nothing but ashes. History.