Two Rivers Isle Father-Son time.

Pyro's tail was caught as he tried to return to bed, and with a high-pitched yelp he ran away tucking his sore tail between his legs. It had been a bad idea, a very bad idea indeed, and most likely the last time he did something like that.

Before Pyro could settle down again to complete his sleeping time father called again. Although Pyro couldn't even understand what he was saying he was smart enough to see dad was pissed. He probably wanted him to leave Vasaggo alone, he was the favorite son after all, and so the littlest one got up and walked even further away from father. But hey! It hadn't been all for nothing, for further down a the slope he found something pretty! It was a large thing that interrupted the green on the ground, and it gleamed with blue hues and sounded so cool!

'A NEW TOY' thought Pyro before pouncing on at it. He wasn't expecting what came next at all. The toy, which wasn't an actual toy but a rushing river, took Pyro's little weak body and flushed it down the stream leaving little for him to prevent it.