Robert, or "Bobby" as his friends called him, was lost. The forest was lush and damp, nothing like home.
Bobby was banished from the grasslands. He never meant to be destructive. He was still learning. The memory of the burning fields haunted him when he closed his eyes.
He searched for a new home by tracking his dragon clan into the forest, but lost the scent.
He rested in a cool stream as steam rose from the heat of his hooves. A familiar, ancient voice broke the silence.
"Robert," it rumbled.
"It's Bobby now."
"I've been waiting. Welcome home, son."
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