... fifteen years ago, there was a boy, about five years old.
And his name, was Toryn.
He went to a beach, one day, with his mother, and found an odd shaped rock. Except, this rock turned out to be an egg, of a dragon.
He took the dragon home with him that night, and the next day, Nythsia was hatched.
Nythsia and Toryn grew together, in childish abandon, until the night Toryns parents were killed by assasins.
Today, fifteen years later, Toryn and his midnight black companion, are very different from when they were younger. They are not innocent, playful, joyful children anymore. They are the exact opposite.