Valdorim eagerly trailed his mentor through the gargantuan library, but as he walked he could not shake a feeling of eeriness and cold. As they ventured deeper into the library, the lights grew dimmer and the air closer as they passed bookshelves beyond count.
'Why are going so far into the library? The spell-tomes are certainly not here' Valdorim thought disquieted.
After what seemed like an eternity, the two dragons arrived at a pair of massive doors of iron infused with great magic. The pair stared at it for a moment before Argarios stepped forward and uttered what must have been a password.
'Aperti, delubrum temporis' the ancient dragon boomed and the gates swung open. Valdorim quickly attempted to look beyond the gate, but saw only an abyssal darkness. He quickly threw his head back, frightened at darkness within, yet Argarios beckoned for him to follow. And so he did.
'My lord, what are we doing in this horrid place? Certainly there are no spell-tomes to be found here?' Valdorim inquired as they ventured forth into the swallowing dark. Argarios did not even turn to look at him when the answer came.
'You learn more than enough magic from master Favnir and he is a much more competent spell-caster than I am. We are not here for arcane secrets, we are here for a history lesson.' Argarios rumbled as he strode forward, unheeding of the eerie dark around them.
Valdorim felt like laughing, this was an absurd place for a lesson in "the art of history" as his mentor called it. Perhaps he was joking.
Then at a last door they entered a circular room with a strange sphere hovering in the middle of it.
Or perhaps not.
'My lord, what is this object?' Valdorim asked as he examined the sphere. It was flawless. Its surface almost like water, rippling in the gloom.
'It is a memory and a reminder...' Argarios said with sorrow in his voice.
Valdorim looked at his mentor suspiciously, he had never sounded so sorrowfull before
it was almost as if he was about to do or say something he would regret.
'Approach and gaze into it my pupil. Tell me what you see within it' Argarios said with a voice that simply stated that would not take no for an answer. Valdorim did as he was bid.
As he peered into the sphere, its surface began to change and morph. Soon he could see images of a green land, teeming with life. Then it began changing, there were fires, war, strife and destruction. The images grew only worse and worse.
they are too much! I beg you
make them stop!' Valdorim pleaded as he watched entire empires collapse. The red dragon answered sadly.
'I cannot Valdorim, I am indeed sorry, but this is necessary. If you ever are to succeed me then you must know both the past and the present of our race
And so Valdorim screamed as he watched the world burn before his eyes