"Long ago, when the volcano was young and filled with lava, the first Black Mambas roamed the lands. Back then, outside the volcano was lush and green, and filled with life, unlike today when we hollowed out the volcano. One of the Black Mambas was a strong young fellow, named the Doomflame. It was not a title then, no, Doomflame was his name, as you are Blaze and you are Smolder.
"He didn't know of the power and strength of our scales' capabilities, nor did all the others. He and all the rest feared the liquid flame, as other dragons do.
"But unlike other dragons, he was brave. And he was a thinker, as he thought about and cared about the good of Black Mamba kind, not just himself. Yes, Doomflame always wondered why the tiny, two-legged creatures could never puncture or penetrate the Black Mamba scales, but they could to the rest. Every week, a two-legger would ride up on his tiny steed in shiny silver, only to slay us for being dragons.
"Every time when he came to one of us, he failed. He broke his little shiny stick, and we of course did self defense and scorched him.
"Whenever Doomflame talked to other dragons, they spread horror stories of dragons being pierced by the two-legged murderers' sticks. The worst was of the one who pierced the Deep Flame Dragon Gorgeron. He was defending himself from female two-leggers when he was blamed for their actions and was accused of eating them. But enough of that. The point was their brethren were being killed for no good reason.
"But the Mambas were never harmed. Doomflame wanted to know, he wanted to test these abilities.
"He gathered all Black Mambas from all lands near and far around a volcano. This was where he believed they should live. It was protected and free. He showed them the lava. Then, as if jumping into pillows, he leaped into the lava! The millions of Mambas were astonished.
"After a minute he did not come out. After two minutes, he didn't come out. It was so silent one could hear the heartbeats quickening. Some were about to leave when by the third minute, he jumped out screaming. Not in pain, but in joy and excitement. The thrill of swimming in lava and not getting killed! He enthused about the cavern underneath the bubbling lava.
"This was the start of our tribe. Doomflame became a title, the leader's title. But only the Doomflame by name had vision of the future.
"In his last moments of life, he uttered the words of his first and last prophecy:
"Beware and yet welcome the dragon of jewels. The emerald, the diamond, the ruby. She will defend us from the army of ice and cool. To save a friend, she will save the world. What world you say? Ours.
"Ours was his last word before spirit separation, and that was the First Doomflame Prophecy. Precious, I think it refers to you."