- When Entering Dragon's Roost
- Hey, Euden.
- We've a nice clear sky today. Perfect weather for flying.
- Stay awhile and unwind.
- After Receiving a Gift
- Here. A little thank-you, from me to you.
- I'd feel bad being the only one getting gifts, so please take this.
- After Bond Level Increase
- I trust you, Euden.
- We're good friends by now.
- Idle After Bond Level 1
- I don't want you dying on me. If things get rough out there, be sure to take my form.
- It's been years since I lived among humans. It really takes me back.
- Taking up arms to fight for peace is noble work, and you're a good man for doing as much.
- Idle After Bond Level 10
- Nothing feels better than flying. Ah, how I pity the wingless.
- When one is up in the sky, it's easy to forget about all the fighting down below—even though you shouldn't.
- You're something special, my friend. I see much of Alberius in you.
- Idle After Bond Level 20
- Go on, Euden! Shapeshift. Let us take to the skies!
- You remind me of an old friend...
- It must be hard being a royal with all of its concerns and worries. I don't envy you.
One fine summer day, a boy met a
young dragon. They were too little
to care about the issues which
divided their races, and soon
became fast friends.
But the carefree days they spent
together were not meant to last.
Soon, the boy's family had to move
to the capital for his father's work.
On their final day together,
the dragon let the boy ride on
his back and flew them into the sky.
The boy gasped at the sights he saw
on his way to the heavens, and
began to curse his human form.
"If only I had wings," he thought, "I
could see such wonders for myself!"
"I know! I will find magical wings of
my own, and use them to soar
across the skies as I please!"
With this decided, the dragon and
boy parted, but swore to meet again.
Mages ridiculed the idea of wings
for humans, but the boy was not
discouraged. He devoted himself to
studying magic and struggled
toward his dream one step at a time.
Soon there was no one left who
laughed at him—instead, all around
him now eagerly followed his
research of human wings for their
own selfish purposes.
But the boy's gaze was skyward,
and in his determination to realize his
dream, he failed to realize the reality
of what was happening.
The boy, now a young man, was on
the verge of realizing his childhood
dream of flight. The skies the dragon
had shown him were finally within
One of his patrons, the count of a
distant land, commanded him to
present his research to the public,
for he wished to sell human wings
to nobility as tools of war.
While troubled, the young man did as
he was told. Nobility gathered in the
count's gardens to see what his
invention could do. There before
them, he donned the wings and flew.
A dragon's roar echoed from the
distant peaks. The others cowered,
but the young man felt nostalgia grip
his heart—for it sounded just like his
"Dragons would never get involved in
petty human conflict," he thought
suddenly. "I didn't just want to fly—
I wanted to be like them! To be free!"
He rounded one of the castle spires,
waved, and soared off to the horizon.
Bound to the earth as they were,
not one of the onlookers could do
anything to stop him.
Future engineers claimed to have
found many issues in the schematics
for his wings that would have made
his flight end in disaster—though
most do not believe that part.
He had transformed into a true
dragon—and perhaps even now
soars in some far-away sky along
with his dear friend of old.