Greetings! So yeah, I'm sure everyone will be exasperated, but this is an idea I've had for a while now anmd I really wanted to put it up since I have so many chapters already written. So please enjoy and review this intro!

Diego's Dragon

Intro

A hooded figure stood in a room full of lit candles. The walls were brick; soundproof. His hands were concealed by his long sleeves, and his feet were hidden by the black cloth of a tunic. All that could be seen of his face were a human nose, human lips, and a human chin. He gritted his teeth in frustration, parting his lips to show teeth worthy of belonging to a large, feline specifically, predator. It had never taken this long to pinpoint someone. The Great Pool was always quick and accurate, but today, it seemed to take it's time, swirling slowly, as though sifting through the past had suddenly become a task too daunting for itself.

"A single saber; that is all I asked, that is all we need." He spoke quietly, but with an undertone of impatience. The pool finally stopped swirling, and focused on an image of a male saber; golden orange fur, patches of white here and there, and white underside. Long, healthy canines and green, green eyes. All around, a very handsome being. The figure murmured with interest. "And of what great importance does this being influence?" he asked.

The pool changed to show an image of the town around the figure's sanctuary, causing him to murmur in surprise. "Dewleaf." he commanded. A dragon, no taller than he, with bright green scales and yellow eyes, approached the pool as well. The figure extended his hand, and pointed a claw like nail at the image. "Retrieve any images of him." he commanded. Dewleaf turned to a bookcase on their right, and the figure hid his hand once more. After pulling out a few volumes and leafing through them, he nods and shows the hooded man a hand drawn picture of the saber.

Crude as it was, the features were distinct and clear. The figure nodded. "Pericles!" he called. Some ways behind the two, a saber sat on his haunches in front of a desk, pouring over a number of books and documents. He jerked his head up at the sound of his name, surprised out of his focus.

Adjusting a pair of spectacles that had slid sown his nose, he replied, "Oh, uh, yes sir?" Dewleaf brought the hand drawing over and set it on the desk.

"Find him." the figure commanded. After adjusting the spectacles once more, Pericles gave a nod and closed his books, stacking them to one side, before standing and going over to the same bookcase. Pulling out a rather large volume, he grunted and dropped it onto the desk. He opened the cover and turned the pages, glancing back and forth between the drawing and pictures in the book. Next to each picture was a name, each name was connected to any parents, mates, and/or offspring. Each name had a long, detailed description of their owner's life, human and animal alike. He finally found a picture that matched up with the drawing.

He placed a claw on it.

"Ah, yes." he said, smiling brightly. "Such an interesting character this one is. Left his pack, went to live with a herd of, three mammoths, two possums, and a sloth! Goodness, such extravagance!" he jabbered. Dewleaf rolled his eyes.

"What's the fellow's name?" he asked pointedly. Pericles gave him a small glare, before returning his eyes to the page with a sigh.

"Let's see," he said, adjusting the spectacles a third time, squinting. "His name is…" Pericles gasped.

"That's not a name, Pericles." the hooded figure said. The saber leaned back for a moment, gripping his spectacles with one paw, and arranging them on his face once more, stared at the figure's back.

"S-sir, it's his lineage, he's, he's…."

"He's what?"

"He's… a DuPrey." The figure, with the speed of a cheetah, extended a cape attached to his tunic, and turned sharply, blowing out all the candles except for those around Pericles and Dewleaf. Dewleaf sighed and closed eyes. Pericles gripped his eyeglasses and trembled. Anyone who lived in Sanctuary knew how to tell when any select member was angry.

"I gathered, Pericles." He said through gritted teeth. "Which, DuPrey, is, he?" Pericles swallowed, glanced down at the book, and then, back up at the figure.

Trembling, he replied, "He's Diego sir. Diego DuPrey I."

So how was it?