The sound of deep, rumbling voices stirred me from slumber, echoing like distant thunder rolling through the edges of my dreams.
Through the dim glow of lava-light filtering across the cavern walls, I saw the colossal silhouettes of my parents. They moved with the slow majesty of ancient titans greeting the dawn. Fragments of their hushed conversation floated through the warm air like fragile whispers heavy with worry.
"...too early to tell if he's truly delayed," Emberheart's voice trembled, sharp and tender all at once.
"Give him time, beloved," Scorchclaw replied, calm as a mountain unmoved by storms. "Some wyrmlings bloom later than others."
I kept my eyes mostly closed, pretending to sleep. A habit from my human life that clung to me even in this new reptilian body. Of course, they were talking about me—and each word twisted inside my stomach like claws scraping against stone.
"But at his age, Blazefang was already producing strong flame sparks," Emberheart pressed. "And Infernotail could roar loud enough to shake the caves. Rider Rex barely manages faint wisps of smoke."
"Perhaps it's because he is not—" Scorchclaw stopped mid-sentence, sighing deeply. "Forget it. He's our son, Emberheart. Intellectual, observant, gentle… Give him time. His fire will come."
Different.
That word again hovering over me like a shadow I couldn't outrun.
Before my thoughts could spiral, a booming, cheerful voice shattered the tension.
"Rise and shine, little brother!" Sparkwing's voice echoed like laughter made of thunder. She bounded closer, her amber eyes gleaming with mischief. "It's training day!"
"training ?" I mumbled, blinking awake to her enormous face framed by morning light.
"Every third sunrise is for training," she said proudly. "Mama and Papa teach us the basics fire control, hunting stance, territorial roar, and tracking."
"Fire control?" I echoed nervously. "But… I can't even spark properly."
"That's why it's called training, silly flamelet." She grinned, flicking her tail playfully. "Come on! You'll do fine."
The Training Cavern
The chamber lay deep beneath our home a vast arena carved from volcanic stone. The walls glowed faintly red, etched with scorch marks of past generations. Steam hissed from cracks, and molten streams flowed like living veins across the floor. Fireproof dummies stood in a circle, silent witnesses to centuries of roaring flame.
And waiting there was someone new.
"Meet your eldest sister," Sparkwing whispered dramatically, "Emberdance our clan's finest huntress."
I froze. Emberdance was breathtaking a silver-red blur of grace and muscle. Her scales shimmered like molten glass, and her eyes held the sharpness of lightning caught mid-strike.
"So this is the wyrmling with violet scales," she said, circling me like a scholar examining an ancient relic. "Unusual pigmentation… but perhaps useful for camouflage among ash plains."
Her tone wasn't mocking, merely curious and that alone earned my silent gratitude.
"Now," Emberheart called, stepping forward like a queen commanding her court. "Let's begin. Blazefang, demonstrate basic spark emission."
Blazefang strutted to the center, posture perfect. He inhaled deeply; faint red light glowed in his throat like coal awakening to life. Then fwoosh!a sharp burst of flame erupted from his jaws, short but strong, vanishing in a shimmer of heat.
"Good control," Emberheart said approvingly. "Now Infernotail."
Infernotail grinned, exhaling a volatile, crimson -tinted spark that crackled fiercely before fading.
"Impressive heat," Emberdance noted. "You're already nearing flame temperature two."
Then all eyes turned to me.
I swallowed hard, standing where they had stood. My heart raced. My lungs filled. The warmth in my chest coiled like a tiny ember desperate to breathe.
You can do this, Rider. Just a spark.
I exhaled and only faint purple smoke drifted out, curling like ghostly mist before fading into nothing.
Silence followed.
"That's…" Emberheart began carefully, "…still a start."
"Is smoke supposed to be purple?" Infernotail whispered, tilting his head.
"Never seen it," Emberdance said thoughtfully. "That color means a different combustion an anomaly."
Blazefang snorted. "Or it means he's broken."
"Enough," Emberheart snapped, her voice cracking like a whip. "No wyrmling breathes fire before awakening. Sparks are all nature allows until your inner flame awakens fully. Even your father once struggled to light his first ember."
Her words fell like rain on my burning doubt.
So that was the truth.
No T-Rex breathed true fire before awakening the mystical event that ignited their Flame Core, allowing full elemental flame. Until then, every spark was just a whisper of potential.
Emberdance softened her tone. "Your spark's color is rare, Rider. Purple flames burn hottest in lore symbol of void energy and spirit flame. It may be your blessing."
I blinked, stunned. "Blessing "
"That depends," she said, eyes narrowing slightly. "On whether you can control it when it awakens."
The next lessons fared little better.
My hunting stance wobbled.
My roar cracked like a hiccuping hatchling.
Blazefang laughed so hard Emberheart nearly smacked him with her tail.
But when it came to tracking, something changed.
My gaze noticed subtle signs faint claw marks, heat trails in the rock, even the air currents shifting around dummy targets.
I pointed them out instinctively. Emberdance followed my observations with surprise.
"He reads the battlefield," she murmured. "Like he's been studying movement his whole life."
Sparkwing nudged me proudly. "Told you, brains are weapons too."
"Brains won't save him in battle," Blazefang sneered.
That was when Father's voice rolled through the cavern like divine thunder.
"Intelligence has won more wars than strength ever did."
Silence followed.
Even Blazefang bowed his head.
When the training ended, Emberheart beckoned me to follow her deeper into the cavern.
We entered a hidden shrine carved into living rock its walls etched with ancient murals.
There, T-Rex ancestors breathed flames of many colors: crimson, gold, blue….
My breath caught. "mother who are they…"
Emberheart smiled
" All this Paintings of great ancestors my son, holding strange fire in there mouth our tribe once stood pinnacle of This jurassic world under their leadership ."
I am mesmerise , movement from birth i had figure out diffence of mine from other . It's truly ease my fear on knowing that if not totally bas thing.
Her warm claw hold my chubby purple cheek
" my Little flame is more smart and mature than brothers of your age .
this world going to be seen you different because of your colour and appearance.
But to me your my little flame , never be disheartened."
Tears rolled out from my cheeks , as all my worries about This new world dissipated away .
" Don't worry mother , with overpowered leader father and extremely loving mother in rider side .
Why he care about damn world "