#omega.

At the start, there hadn't been much point in leaving his cave. Omega hadn't seen the appeal in going outside, facing the elements and the prejudices of the small folk, and for what? Possibly finding food or something for his horde? He could just as easily take what he wanted from his fellow dragons.

Omega, remarkably powerful, even for a juvenile dragon, had made a living off of fighting and stealing from his own kind, and for a long time, he had thrived off of it.

But then, he had befriended two of the small folk, and suddenly the rest of the world opened up to him.

Omega flew through the skies, swooping over trees and darting through clouds, all while hearing his small ones whoop in delight or cry out in surprise. There was an expanse of possibility beyond his cavern, one that used to repulse him, but now seemed a touch more appealing.