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Finding Their Fire Within (BoyxBoy)

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****WARNING:

**This is BOYXBOY so it will contain things that homophobic people will not particularly like!

**Leave this page if you don't like it.

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A/N: Hello everyone!

I know i should be worrying about my other stories that i havent finished, BUT! I realyl liekd this idea of this story!

Tell me what you think!

This is a little different from what i usually write and er uh er uh.. i wanted to write about dragons :D

So! Just tell me if i should continue???

ALSO!!!!! I NEED A COVER FOR THIS BOOK! PM me if you can... :D i'll give you my email address and uhh make sure all the words will fit.... :k

THANKS!

Do your thang and appreciate!

Enjoy!

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Prologue

“Sire, there has been a Macro Dragon seen in the tropical islands.” A messenger says as he rushes into the room.

It was the formal meeting room that all the kings that ruled the East, West, North, and South kingdoms had. It was equipped with pillars going up and down the sides of the room and stairs at the end of the room that ended with my chair resting on top.

I stand from my chair. “That’s the fifth one this week. What are they doing in the tropical?” I muse.

For some reason the Macros disappeared—maybe even died off. When the Macros lived they mostly lived in the East. It was where they were born and over time they migrated around the world. They evolved to suit their surroundings and their colors changed into more unnatural colorings.

Micros are more common because more humans have them as pets. They’re easier to take care of and soon enough minor kings had many of them instead of Macros. The Micros and Macros got along, but they must have had a silent understanding.

Soon the Macros disappeared altogether—except the ones that Kings of the Kingdoms had. They lived with the kings until they died. Some rumors say they are in the mountains of the kingdoms. Other rumors say that they died off after a while.

My lieutenant, Arthur, steps forward. “Sire, maybe something we don’t know about is going on. What if the Macros are meeting together?” He asks.

“Why would they do that? Is there something in the tropical that we don’t know about?” I ask, looking towards the messenger.

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