Arkon landed on a rock high above Hells Gate, and looked at his kingdom down below. It was easy to see why it was called Hells gate since rivers of lava ran all across it, and the only living things here where the dragons. "You have returned sir. Where is the hatchling?" "I left him in the forest" Arkon said turning to look around at the voice. It was Magmar is second in command, Magmar was a bright red drake that spat poisoness gasses, and was probably even more ruthless than Arkon. "Well his mother isn't going to be to happy about that" Magmar said with a chuckle. "I don't care what his mother will think, but that hatchling needs to learn how to survive. Anyway round up the boys, we're going to go pay those other dragons a visit" He said with a grin. "We need more hatchlings to train for our army, and they should have a few"<br/><br/>The hatchling was wandering through the forest when he smelt the rabit. He followed the smell to a tree and after many atempts to climb it he gave up and started chewing and clawing at the tree hopping that it will fall down.