*The world around them swirled with colors. Everything in the dining room, except for those gathered, seemed to melt and join with the swirling colors. It all shifted, becoming more and more hazy. After a few seconds, the stream halted, and started to go in reverse. However, when it stopped, they weren't in the dining room any more. They were in mid-air, though they could still feel the cold hard floor under their feet. Below them were three young arctic wolves, playing in the vast tundra. It was getting close to dark.
A low rumbling shattered the air. One of the wolves ran away. The other two tried to find the source of the noise. It did not take them long to find a sleeping dragon, one with scales as black as the shadows surrounding it. The two were reckless, and made a horrible decision: They went up to the sleeping dragon, and tried to climb onto its back. The dragon woke up and roared a terrible roar. The wolves screamed as the shadows around the dragon became a dense black flame that burned their fur and skin. Another scream tore through the air. The third brother was watching from less than a hundred yards away.
The world around them swirled again, and they were back in the dining room after a minute.*
"Now you have seen the source of mine and my brother's power. We were young and reckless, and we made a horrible mistake. One that we are being forced to live with for the rest of our lives."