Short Story: The Sunbeam Ruins

Bob wasn't always our clan leader. Originally, we had Bob and Bob, the progenitors of this clan. They had bought Bob along with many other dragons, and they all started fitting in with the clan, and getting to know each other.

It was a calm autumn day when it happened. No one expected it. Bob and Bob had put up most of the clanmates in the Auction House, and it wasn't long until they were dragged out of their home. Bob and Bob exalted themselves to the Lightweaver, leaving only Bob and Bob to deal with the chasm of loneliness. The claw marks still line the floors. They found that Bob had left a note stating:

"Please, take care of this clan. And, whenever you can, please come visit me and I'll tell you why I did this."

Bob was heartbroken and still in denial. As of right now, only Bob and Bob know about this letter. They would tell the others, but the reality of Bob's absence still hits them to this day, and having to deal with explaining this to so many dragons... and remembering those that used to be... it would be too much for them.
She needed to move the clan somewhere else. It took a couple days, but she decided to go the Fire Flight, the warmth and closeness of the small community are really what she needed. Once the switch was made, it was immediate. A wave of relief soared through her scales and she actually felt at peace. Like she was safe and secure. Her passion to protect this clan boiled in her veins like the lava that bubbled around them. She had found her