1850 1850. Two In Flames

Fire. That was what Ignus was. What he studies. Who he thought he would always be. With fire, came brutal strength. The ability to turn every enemy to ash. It did not matter how often he was challenged or what he was challenged with, fire made Ignus a force of nature. Unstoppable. 

The more that Ignus had seen, the more he had begun to change. He had recently found something that stood out from his many years of life as a royal fire dragon. He had found some humans that changed their ideas and pushed themselves in to every single race. Every single kingdom. Every single facet of the world. 

These humans had broken traditions. This had originally stirred Ignus's anger. Breathed more life in to the flames of hatred for any weaker bearings. Yet, he had been proven wrong. His flames had done nothing to such humans. No matter how he threatened, he was met with compromises, promises that seemed impossible, and accomplishments that did not match the perceptions he had.