Falkor a child adopted by Smaug comes into the Flame-Thrower clan with a hope that he will guide the clan to higher places alongside his father. Smaug and Falkor begin to train day and night - learning all that he can before he becomes an adult. Smaug isn't shy about anything either as he teaches him how to become the next king if he so wishes!
"Father?" "Yes my boy?", Falkor speaks as he staggers behind his bright father. The day of training hitting him as the sun falls behind their backs "Whats it like to be ...A king?" he asked. Smaug stops to turn and look at his tired son. He reaches down and picks the child up and places him on his back "What is it like? Well, Its hard as you must be devoted to your jobs. You must fend off rogues, keep the woman pleased and the children happy and safe with their mothers." he tells the boy as he yawns "Do you think...that one day.....I'll.....be like..that?" he asked as his head hangs and his eyes become heavy. Smaug releases a gentle laugh "I have no doubt in my mind, I believe you will be the best king Falkor." he whispers and continues to walk. Yes, Smaug couldn't wait to see what his son would achieve. He walks back to their den and gently places his son to rest. on their bed of feathers and plants. "goodnight, my son." with that the great king kneels and curls around him and falls asleep.

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Falkor - Son of Smaug kept focused on his breathing and running technique as he charged ahead in a race, and he seemed a bit baffled when he realized he crossed the finishing mark first. +7% training experience!