Deep in the belly of the volcano, my talons grip the baking rock. I sense liquid fire bubbling, heat rising: this is my birthplace. Dawn is near. An event long awaited is about to begin. I must act; I feel it from my talons to the tips of my shimmering wings. I take to the air. My powerful wings lift me into the swirling hot currents and I rise out of the crater in a burst of flame. I hover in the cool night air, letting the breeze ruffle my feathers. I look out over my homeland: Avantia. Out there is my destiny. My Choosen Rider. At last it is time to find him.I open my beak and let out a cry that echoes between valleys and trees; my signal, sent out to trusted friends. It is many moons since we last met. I settle ont the volcano's crater to wait.