Second part....

But as the others thought of what was to come, the leader slipped into his past, the one that gave birth to his hate of dragonkind.
He was out with his parents. The world was bathed in sunlight. Not a cloud in the bright blue sky. Bees rumbled deafeningly around them. The smell of honey drifted from a nearby tree, sweet and enticing. Varliss was laughing and playing with his baby sister that he was carrying and his parents smiling and talking quietly. They were holding hands, happier than they had been in a long while. Everything was beautiful. Then the sun disappeared...
His throat tightened as he thought of it. His blood beat twice as fast into and out of his heart. He bit the inside of his lip, then went back into his mind.
The land was covered in what looked like millions of gems. Glimmering on the ground where the sunlight had been. He looked up. It was a shadow from some creature. Above, over the sun was a mighty dragon.
It was roaring and spitting fire. It was maddened.
His parents yelled something and they gripped him by the arm and ran. His sister was screaming and he felt like it himself. The dragon dipped low, bloody fangs sparkling.
His father stopped and his mother yelled for Varliss to run on with his sister. Tears welded up in his eyes. His parents were making a last stand in hope he would live. He looked back to see his mother dead on the ground. Blood was all around her. His father was holding her hand crying full heartedly. Then he looked up at the dragon and willingly let himself be taken.
Varliss had stopped there. How could he go on? He had seen his parents killed. Then the dragon caught his eyes. Cold, harsh yet fantastic gems stared straight at him. I haven't forgotten you child. Run...run while you can little fool! The dragon spit and bared his teeth. Blood...his father's and mother's dripped from them, mingled together.
The young elf stared terrified. Horrified. Then he bolted.
All he remembered later was that he had barely escaped and his little sister was hurt badly in the run. She had only lived a week longer. Even with special care from a healer. Varliss lived his life an orphan. Three years later when he was fifteen he had went off to plan his revenge of dragons.
Varliss came back to the real world. It must have been about two hours since they had hid here. He had heard the dragon sniff deeply and the elf clenched his teeth. Then the dragon had stuck her head out. He waved at his spearmen to make ready and gave a look towards the sorcerors to do the same.
She crept out further and he raised his hand with a vicious spear. Carefully he aimed then threw it. It whistle through the dead silence like a bomb. A rain of spears followed.

A spear hit into her neck, slightly through the scales. Five more searched for a hole in the armor in her sides. A bolt of frosty magic wraked at her head. She heard a yelp from her young. The emerald dragon wielded her head around and saw Sky, a spear protruded out of his chest. She knew she had made a grave mistake and whirled her head back quickly, fire unloosed. But her fire made little difference, only two had been seared before the sorcerers at the back had blocked it. She knew her young one had died. She felt his presence no longer. Rage seared through her like a burning fire transforming her body to a tight ball of muscle and fury. She roared, it ripped through her throat coming out mighty and beautiful but full of pain and sorrow. Then she pounced upon her enemies, exhaling fire.

The dragon had gone mad after the baby had been killed. Varliss knew that they should not have killed it. The little dragonling was so young...but he had no time to be thinking of this. The dragon had just flung herself at them. She would be easy to kill now...so mad she could not think. Her body rose then ascended crushing some. It broke the barriers and her fire killed others. He ordered the sorcerers to assault the creature from behind they quickly moved as far from the mad dragon as they could and still hit her powerful as they needed. Weapons were being thrust into the dragon's green scales. Distractions were made so she would not slaughter each person that hurt her.
Varliss leapt onto her as she whirled around to meet the sorcerers. He climbed up her tail and was on her back just before she turned around to attack the other warriors poking her. She shielded herself with magic and charged a group. They were scattered for a split second then grouped up again. She had a dangerous wound in her side and one of the warriors had disabled her front leg.
Varliss needed her to look towards him. He took a spear and gripping her back with only his legs and struck it into her wing. She roared and turned her head to him. Her jaws opened to make killing bite...The elf felt her pain. He raised his sword to strike her head. He felt her fury. He aimed for the unprotected patch of skin. She realized his trick too late... he sensed her distress. His sword plummeted into her body ....But most of all he had felt her love.
The Emerald Fear was no longer.

After a few minutes of utter horror Varliss tried to take command again. But he couldn't believe he what he had done. After feeling such love she had for her young. He was confused. He had never accepted before that dragons could love. He had refused to believe it. Now it was out in the open for conflict.
He heard someone mention a dragon hoard and turned around to face the living. He would have to speak up now or never. He wanted to be alone to explore the cave. "You...worked well." He said it in a weary drone, " I need you all to start on taking the wounded back to the town. Let's get to the city and rest."
So they departed. Unintentionally, yet he did it on purpose. He had planned it in the back of his mind unknowingly yet he was aware of it. He would come back soon and free whatever young she had there. He was not sure how exactly he was going to do it though.

The guide had first had intentions of getting his proper pay from them if they came out alive. But he had an even better idea. He would go back into the cave and loot the treasures of the former keeper. So he was glad to put this plan in action when he saw them depart.
He went along the cave quietly just in case they had left guards. None were posted. He made his way around the great dragon plucking a few scales and storing them in his pocket. Then he entered the first room.
There are many valuables that can be found in a dragon's hoard, many things that could never have been imagined. Items from expensive gold and gems to powerful enchanted weapons or trinkets. There’s no end to the amount of what you might get from selling off just a few things. Dragons were powerful and they were attracted to power.
But when the guide came to the first room he forgot about the hoard of legendry items. His eyes only saw the beautiful black scaled young dragon that spitted surprised at him. What riches he could get from such a creature if he could tame it! He could train it to work for him. He could own a dragon hoard.
He slowly and calmly as he could went towards the snarling beast. He knew a bit of magic that would be perfect for this situation. He whispered to the dragon a few words. Then it stopped snarling and stood dead still, froze stiff. He was not about to mess with the vicious little devil. About a foot and a half tall the creature was not a thing to be taken lightly. Quickly he took out some thin but strong chain he had had on him from his work earlier and made a sort of halter with it. While the dragon was immobile of moving on its own he strapped the chain around it and put a sort of cruel bit in its' mouth.
He released the dragon from the spell and guided the creature out of the cave, all the while explaining that he was saving him. "Don't struggle", he whispered, "We need be as quiet as we can or you will get killed by the hunters. Believe me. It was a horrible thing they did."
Coal had not yet been taken up with words very much yet but he knew the meanings and could speak them slightly. He never told his brother it was safe to come out. Another male dragon was an opponent he did not want. He was getting a free way out of death and was taking it.
Coal wasn't sure he liked the being all the same. Saving him or not he would not trust the being fully. His mother had told them that beings such as him were often treacherous. But perhaps she had been wrong. After the loss of his mother any company was nice.
After he was sure that the dragonling wouldn't take off on him he carefully took off the chains and put them back in his bag. "You'll grow to be a mighty dragon. I bet you could pillage a few towns when you get older. What do you think?"
He suspected the dragon was a bit stupid and didn't even know they could talk telepathically or normal but sure enough words came from it's mind to his, cold and in thought, Yes.
The words seemed to float around in the minds of the two plotting partners. He was surprised but smiled. Things would go much smoother with a smarter creature. Look out villagers, he thought grimly, because here we come.

As fast as he could Varliss returned to the cave. With him he had brought some sort

of muzzles and food as well. There were chains for the paws as well if the creature or creatures were extremely vicious. He had a feeling they wouldn't be though.
He went down into the cave and respectfully walked past the great dragon. He looked sadly down at the beautiful sky blue one. It was...horrible. A spear thrust through a creature hardly over a foot tall at the shoulder...a dragon spear. The dragon spears were huge things that only the strong could fire, twice the size of any normal throwing one and ten times more deadly.
He walked into the room beyond. The cave was huge. As he entered he felt another presence immediately and heard a scuffle. He followed to where he had heard the nose and listened.
But before he could reach out with his mind to the creature it contacted him. Why did you slaughter my mother and Sky?? ? His voice was filled with great sorrow and he seemed to not care what happened to him. My mother has committed sins of the past but she was no marauding thief any longer. My brother had nothing bad on his name. Take me as well. I shall go willingly!
The elf gritted his teeth. Why was he doing this? Sky, that must be the dragonling they slew. I don't want you dead, dragon. I want you to live.
Why do you repent now? What have you for me?
He paused. Those were hard questions...but then he realized shocked, this dragon was just like him. His mother and brother killed by rage. Varliss had rage towards dragons because the dragon that killed his family had had rage towards beings, possibly because beings killed its family. The generations of this pointless bloodshed could go back centuries. Hate was a horrible thing. It was all ridiculous to him now. He was as filthy and wicked as that dragon...so many years ago. I was not right in slaying your mother...I was a fool. I will not ask for forgiveness for I deserve none. But now I have learned from my mistake and ask you, let me repent! Let us flee from the wicked past and start anew.
He was crying now on his knees. He told him his life story. He told the dragon of his memories and what he had just thought of that made him realize this.
The dragon came out, beautiful, delicate, scarlet body. Its eyes searched his...quietly the young dragon said, I will go with you Varliss. You truly have a good heart. I forgive your wicked deeds as my mother was never forgiven of hers.
Quietly they went into the treasury and the young dragon grabbed a small necklace of sort. My mother gave this to me. She never told me if it could do anything. It's beautiful though. Then they went to her. Thorn sadly nuzzled her massive head. Then after a he said his last goodbyes they went silently up from the cave. Light poured forth from the rising sun. It was marvelous, millions of brilliant hues reaching out to great the world. The dragonling looked at the elf and smiled in a peculiar way. How can you forgive me so easily? Varliss sighed unable to completely understand it.
Varliss, when I first saw you I would have never thought of forgiving you. But now I know something. You spoke of hatred back there. Hate, rage and greed, all pointless. We are all subject to hate. But I realized that if we could all just drop these things...replace them with gratitude, trust...and love...what a beautiful world it would be.