I´d like to keep narrating the story of Kellen and the two young wyverns, or the conflicts at Jorhalt. But before that, i should tell the story of someone else, so we are going to the region of Rivierae. 

Rivierae is known for having the greatest concentration of rivers and lakes in the world. This region has several cities and a few isolated villages. It´s also known as the favourite region of the wyrms, that is, the aquatical dragons. We are focusing on the humble, yet very special village of Pleadent. ¿Why is it special? The answer is found some years in the past, when the village was about to pass its thirtieth anniversary. While the villagers were fishing at the closest river, the Siel, preparing themselves for the anniversary´s festival, something happened. Something that will change many lives for good. 

But not everything that shines is golden. The event i´m gonna talk about started as a tragedy for a mother. Upstream, a female wyrm chose to move her nest even farther from the villagers, to prevent any future lack of food for her family and the kindfolk. But halfway, one of her eggs went lost, floating downstream. In that moment, she didn´t noticed that. And the egg went down to where the villagers were fishing. 

One of the fishers noticed the egg, and rescued it, despite the rest doubted on doing so. But he wasn´t sure what to do, so he went to the village´s mayor, and this one, to his superior, the great mayor. 

The fisher, whose name was Willow Marlyn, was a hawk in his high twenties. He had problems with both money and depression, and a legendary bad luck. A year ago, his wife died, leaving him with a little child that, for the moment he saved the egg, was only five years old. About the village´s mayor, Crey Griz, he was an old bear, wich was the only candidate in all votings since the village were founded, and not by corruption, literally he was the only one who wanted the charge, but he was getting old, so his intentions were to retire before the upcoming elections. And finally, about the great mayor, Allakor, he was a wyrm, whose scales was the color of mud. He had the particular characteristic of having three pairs of twisted, yellowish horns, disposed in a way similar to a crown. He was chosen as a great mayor when the village was founded, and, as the mandate of the great mayors only ends with the death of the dragon at the charge, he went at it for decades, and he was hoping to stay at it for many decades more. And, in all that time, he forged a little friendship with Crey. 

— Why did you call me for? — Was the question the wyrm said upon reaching the meeting place. 

— This fisher found an abandoned egg laying at the riverbank. — The mayor said, pointing up to Willow. 

— I see. It´s an unprecedented case. — the wyrm said. — Since the treaties, there was only five cases in where a kindfolk reported an abandoned egg. Two times, there was wrong reports, with the eggs being of another type of creature. Third case, the egg was one of the great mayoress, at the Isthelm region. In the fourth case, two kindfolk were executed for preparing a fried egg. 

— I see the rumours about you are true, you really are aware of everyting. — Willow said before taking a mean look by both mayors. 

— Well, in this case — the great mayor took the word again — i´d like to set something very clear, if other dragons know about this, you should take care of what they could think about it. 

— You mean...? — the mayor asked. 

— Yes. I´ll personally try to return this egg to its family, but once the creature within it gets born, it could be too late. If something like this happens, i´d have no remedy but to give it in adoption. Personally, i find it unlikely to have children right now, and that´s where you are gonna do your part, mister Willow. 

— My part? — The hawk questioned. It was clear. The Wyrm said that, if he was unable to find the mother at time, wich he did not even try, then mister Willow should take care of the egg and the creature within it. The law was the law, and, at that very moment, mayor Allakor amplified it with a new precedent. 

And so the months pased, and a little child were born from the egg, in Willow´s house, while he and his daughter Mercedes were observing it with care. As it was a female, both hawks chose that her great sister will be the one choosing a name for her. And so, the little wyrm was called Olivia, Olivia Marlyn, the first dragon with a surname in the whole history. A wyrm with scales of light blue in the back, and water green in the chest. 

At the beginning, Willow tried to hold her in a fish tank with wheels, an invention of himself that will allow her to move without getting out of her natural ambient. But then, a couple of years passed, and the tank was getting small for the wyrm. The next thing Willow tried was to teach her to creep using her two pairs of side flaps. This worked for a while, and Olivia were able to move within the village, making friends here and there, but finally, she were moved to the small fishing port that was placed at scarce meters from where she was first found, because she was not fitting in the width of the streets anymore.

And with that hard choice made, the whole town gave her farewell with a party. Since then, Olivia was very happy sharing her habitat with the fishers, with wich she works and plays all days. At the moment, Olivia is almost twenty years old, and, even with her head only being twice as tall as Mercedes, Olivia stills considering the hawk as her great sister, despite knowing she really isn´t. 

And about Willow and Mercedes, the first one visits her when he goes to work at the port, once every two days. The second, despite being busy with her own things, does not lose any chance of visiting her, at least once a week. This, even if it could be a perfect happy ending, it´s only the beginning of our story. Now we have a latent war in the horizon, an erudite, a pantheon, and two different families. 

¿What will happen to them when everything starts to shake? Let's just say that, sometimes, the chances and the fate have to attend some unresolved personal problems