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// The Train to the Coast (Prologue) 
// Story: Tales of a One Eyed, Scaled Half Breed 
// by TheGreenDragoon 
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The train rattled along, carrying a full crowd towards the coast. The crowds within bustled and yelled, celebrated and argued, save for one compartment, in the front of the train. Within this compartment were three siblings, each looking forward to the coast, as it would give them the means to arrive at their TRUE destination. The largest sibling, a red scaled dragon-like being, grunted at his other two siblings, then gestured towards a large chest filled with journals, some filled, some empty, before returning his gaze to the window.
His nearly identical green scaled brother sighed, and gripped one of the journals. Within, there were many pieces of his life. Scales of lost kin, a feather from a god, the tattered remains of a coat… He looked to the other occupant, and sighed once more.
“Are ye ready, sis? Ye already ken tha’ I’m nae any good with writin’… Yer horn will keep this steady.”
The white draconic hybrid nodded, and prepared a journal, quill, and a pot of ink. However, before any of the sibling could do anything further, an ethereal blue maned head popped into the cabin.
“Art thou all comfortable? I wish for the ride to be as enjoyable as possible for all of you.” The new face looked about the extravagantly decorated cabin, concern evident in her eyes.
The three siblings looked at one another for a moment, then the white and green one’s burst into laughter, while the red allowed himself a single loud snort of amusement. The new entry blushed, and the green being, waved her in.
“Luna, me lass… Yer always too concerned with everythin’ tha’ happens ta us… Heck, if ye’d given us one o’ tha regular cars, we’d have been fine… First class is BEYOND what we were expectin’, yer highness… Tell me, how’s Korin doin’?”
The new face, Luna, smiled at Green’s evident concern for Korin, “Oh, the young one is doing quite well in the storage compartment… last that I hath checked, he was snoring ever so elegantly, sprawled unto the floor. My concern remains with you, though, Green… It is not to Korin’s… death… that we now ride.” The princess entered the car, placing herself next to Green, draping her shoulder over him in a tight hug.
Green smiled weakly, returning the hug with his own wing. “Lass… Ye ken tha’ I dinnae have a choice in this… I dinnae want ta pass either, but… It’s me time. I can feel my heart, slowin’ e’er so much… I jus’ want ta die in my home.”
The cabin once again silenced, before the red scaled individual finally blurted out, “Brother, if you do not write, the story will not be completed,” In a thick accent. Green nodded again, and turned back to his sister. He opened his mouth, still holding the princess of the night ever so gently, and his story began to finally spill forth….

The story of his explorations and discoveries. The story of those that he loved, loathed, and lost. The story of gods, immortals, and dragons. A story four thousand years in the making. The story…
…Of a true name.