Dragons Heir

The sea was stormy and ruff. Cascading waves of white surf hit the mountainside. The great cliffs of Assancore rose high into the cloudy sky. Like mountains of doom peering down at all who dare defy it. Across the face were odd cracks. All of them leading to a gaping hole midway up the cliff face. The hole looked liked a mouth yawning, ready to swallow any unfortunate soul who got to close. Deep inside the tunnel, going far into the cliff face, was a cave of magnificent splendor. The cave was dug into a gold vein so the light emanating from the light sources showed a gold hue. The room was massive, stretching easily ten too fifteen horse lengths going all the way around. In the middle stood a nest made of twigs, brambles and other small pieces of wood. Guarding the nest was the king of the Dragons! He stood looking down into the nest, but his usually scary look was gone, replaced by a face that most who knew him had never seen before. It was that of pure joy! He was a dad!