It has been noticed that Dralgo and his family are missing. No one cares. His household goods have been plundered, his possessions have been destroyed or stolen by other dragons. His home is now being used by Lelbot and his women as a brothel. Chargot, who should be controlling the Dragons and Daniella his human counterpart have been among the missing for days now. No one is safe, hunger is motivating the dragons to turn on the humans and they have taken to hiding where they are not as easily captured. One by one the younger weaker dragons are being slaughtered. It has fallen to Langar and his friend Septil to try to restore order, but neither have the knowledge nor do they have the strength of numbers needed to complete the task. Langar knows in his heart that their way of life must change. He has learned the lesson that the Others were born knowing, that to survive all must work hand in hand towards the greater good of all, not for the good of a chosen few. He suspects that Lelbot has had a hand in the disappearance of his father and Daniella, and is certain that they are dead. His mother Dremia is working for food in Lelbot's brothel. She hates it, Lelbots customers are the lowest of the low and they treat the women with disdain. She who was Chargot's concubine, the mother of his children, bears the brunt of their hate.

When Dremia returns the next morning, she is quiet. Langar notices a wound on her face and sets about getting a poultice made from the healing berries they use. She does not flinch when he applies it so lost in thought that she doesn't feel the pain either of the wound or of the poultice. "Mother, tell me the problem." he asks.



" Lelbot is dead, and most of the women that worked for him are dead as well. He tried to cheat a customer by saying he hadn't paid when he had. I spoke and reminded him that he had taken the eggs from him at the door and he struck me. At that point Medlik attacked Lelbot and a great fight ensued. I don't know why, but the other customers also began fighting among themselves. Some of the women were caught in the melee and were burned to death, I escaped out the back and waited until it was safe to come home. Medlik did not get what he came for and I have the eggs that were paid to Lelbot, if Medlik figures that out he may come here after me. I didn't bring the eggs home, I hid them. We are not safe here, even if I tell Medlik where the eggs are, he may kill me for taking them to start out with. I don't know what to do. I wish Chargot was still here. Damn that Daniella for stealing him away and leaving us alone and unprotected. She is the devils spawn without the sense of purpose that her father Daniel had. None of this would be happening if he had cloned more than Daniella from his DNA. All of us were cloned from his DNA and that of the Progenitors. Unlike David, his partner, he didn't believe in allowing us to breed outside of our own blood. All of the older dragons here are cloned from the DNA mix, it is only your generation that has hatched from our eggs.

Daniella allowed the hatching of the eggs because she thought more of us would survive to adulthood that way. She was the one that ordered the enslavement of the males and females captured from raids on the Others. They were breeding stock designed to combat the hereditary problems that had begun to surface due to inbreeding. We have been inbred for far too long. Dralgo and his wife Faiella were products of the slaves. Some of the slave women were all ready carrying the eggs that hatched Dralgo and his wife. They are not true Darkwings, just raised by us to be Darkwings and I believe they have gone to the Others. You are not true Darkwing either. You are half Other and half Darkwing, so is Septil, and his wife. Your father is Darrabar of the Hunt Family. We have been lovers these many decades. He is aware that you are his son and I must send you to him because you are not safe here. I sent your brother with him when he was born so that he could be raised as one who is peaceful and has purpose. Darrabar told me that Muldat and his wife are raising him and he is doing fine. I cannot go, he has a wife and I will not be a party to her shame should all this become known. Darrabar has a safe place for me and I shall be fine, but you must convince Septil and his wife to go with you. It is the only way for you to continue to live and you must leave as soon as it is safe. I will go with you part of the way. When I stopped to hide the eggs I sent a messge to Darrabar to meet with us if you are willing. You must decide."



Langar is not sure what he thinks about his mothers revelation. It is something that makes sense to him and at the same time he feels cheated. Chargot was not his father. There is a sense of relief in that. Chargot was not someone that Langar aspired to be. He is bookish and interested in acquiring knowledge. He has never been interested in war and killing the way his supposed father is, or maybe was. There is a peace that descends over him one that makes him decide that he will leave this place at his mothers request. Joy, yes, that's a good word for what he is feeling. Joy in his heart that he is not all Darkwing, that he does not belong here in this community of hate and violence. That there is a future for im elsewhere that may fulfill his desire to live peaceably with others of his own kind. He will go, and Septil and wife will go with him, of that he is certain. He and Septil have wanted to go for decades. Thus begins the new life of Dremia, Langar, Septil and his wife Mayim. They will join with Dralgo and the Others and forge ahead in a brand new world.