Hidden From the Clouds ((Fanfiction))

((This is a fanfiction I came up with from a single question: Did any scavengers attempt to hide away from the tribes after the Scorching?))
== Prologue ==
Nearly ten thousand years ago, the people of the Cloud Tribe were running from the constant presence of dragons. The terrible past hundred years had nearly torn the tribe to shreds, and with so many of them around, they had no choice but to flee to a place distant from any of the terrible beasts deep into the mountains above them.
One night, a jade scaled dragon approached the weary tribe. He spoke not in the dragon tongue, but in the people's words. He said his name was Beryl, and that he had been banished long ago from the tribes for his appearance. He said that he wished to help the tribe, seeing that they were like him, lost with no way to find true acceptance.
Beryl then created with his talons a tunnel below the mountain to which only the Cloud Tribe could enter. The tunnels contained underground fields which gave us food for our tribe to eat. 
He gave us dragon eggs which would be loyal and serve our tribe. The dragons also do not contain any of their fearful fires nor flight, and we were given the ability to speak their tongue.
He then gave us the Golden Orb, which would shelter our home from that of the outside world. Only the people of the tribe and not the dragons could enter and exit to the outside world, as the dragons could be able to learn their tribe's ways. He also gave our chief a crystal staff, whose power is only to be known to that of his or her successor. 
Beryl last gift carved three eggs carved from stone, which would hatch into animus dragons of his kin, passing the gift onto the dragons who now have served us since his passing.
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With that, the Shaman completed his story, the flames lighting up the wisdom he contained. Six young children were his audience, wonder sparking in each of there eyes.
"Shaman, what happened to our gift to be able to speak to the dragons?" spoke a young girl with brown hair.
"Unfortunately, Violet, our ancestors who spoke the tongue fell victim to capture or attacks from other tribes when we were first hesitant about farming our vegetables below the surface. We have no dragon speakers with us anymore."
"Then why do we only use the hybrids when our parents work in the fields?" asked Timber.
"Beryl was a magnificent hybrid, and to honor his legacy, we only assign dragons of mixed blood to do labor in the fields or the stone mines. However, never let a dragon escape to the outside," the Shaman warned.
"Why not?" asked Primrose.
"The dragon shall find out that the way we raised them isn't the way of his kind, and shall bring back more dragons to liberate his friends and destroy us all," he spoke ominously. "Luckily, that is why our chief has the ability to erase any escaping dragon's mind from his experience of both above and below the mountains, and is released to the world above for good."
"When will we be able to raise dragons Shaman?" asked Oak. 
The shaman chuckled. "Soon, all of you are nearly ten winters old. Once you are of that age, you shall all be assigned to the task of raising the dragonets to be loyal to our tribe, and eventually to work along them as friends."
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