The images in Ray's mind was a haze, he could remember bits and pieces here, but it wasn't enough to remember much. 'Did I really used to know a black Dragon?' he thought.
Dragon's tended to come in all sorts of colours, but their colours also indicated their strength and ability. Most dragons a specific colour were only able to use a certain elemental ability. Ray, however, as the Red dragon Sen, was able to use all types of magic all apart from one.
But he couldn't remember what magic this was. This was exclusive for a sperate race of dragons even before Ray's time. He had never met one in his life before, or at least he thought he had never met one. However, the strange valley town had jogged his memory of when he was younger, indicating that he might have.
"Are you okay Ray?" Jack asked, feeling a little concerned, as Ray hadn't said much ever since they arrived.
