I took a deep breath before I entered the Smoke. The Smoke that tells of the Future, the Past, and everything in between. I would finally know about my family, I was sure. If I was the Smoke, I could not resist telling a young orphan why his parents and all of his relations had died or disappeared. I slowly walked into the Smoke and it’s cold creeping fingers wrapped around me. Suddenly the Smoke turned white-fire hot, scalding my skin, and rearing above me was a giant smoke form of a Dragon.

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