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The Dragon Clan Crest is an exceedingly rare emblem given to those who do a great service for the Dragon Clan's Royal Family.  It marks the individual as an honorary Dragon Clan member and the last time one was awarded was well over 5,000 years ago...until recently.

Loaf was granted this honor a few years ago.  He was happily enjoying a cinnamon roll by himself when he sneezed so hard he ripped open a spacial portal to another location.  The portal sucked him and his cinnamon roll through it.

The other end dumped him into the royal bed chambers of the young Prince of Dragons in the great kingdom of Aetheria.  His mother, father, doctor, several healers, and half a dozen guards surrounded the prince.  The young royal was gravely ill, on his death bed.  The mood was melancholy with only the sounds of a mother's silent weeping to be heard.

Loaf had absorbed the mood of the room and didn't like these feelings.  He tried offering his cinnamon roll to the mother to change the mood.  It didn't work.  He realized the source of all this grief was coming from the young prince.  Loaf decided to change the offer to the prince.  He pushed the cinnamon roll next to the prince since Loaf knew cinnamon rolls were ultimate joy, surely this would change the mood.  It did not.  The prince did not move.  Loaf heard the labored breathing from him.

Loaf started to get mad, he did not like the feelings that were around him.  He realized it wasn't the prince, it was something that was happening to the prince which was causing the atmosphere to be this way.  In full rage mode, Loaf raised his small paw.  It glowed in an etheric golden light.  With full force, he slammed his little paw down onto the bed.  In an instant the bed shattered.  With the force of a nuclear explosion, a healing spell the likes of which the world had never seen erupted out of the tiny paw.  Immediately, the prince was healed.  His father, the king, had his arm regenerate from a battle wound he earned a century ago.  The mother's sorrow, healed.  The bed that was shattered into a million pieces, also healed.  The entire kingdom, healed.  All clouds within miles of the city cleared.

The prince awoke, as if nothing had ever happened.  The mother, burst into tears with joy.  The father relieved and shocked at what had happened.  The mood had turned into great joy.  Loaf began bumping his head against the prince's leg, not unlike a cat demanding attention.  Loaf pushed the cinnamon roll towards the prince, which he understood and took with gratitude.

From that day the young prince and Loaf became great friends.  The King of Dragons awarded Loaf the Dragon Clan Crest.  And, to the citizenry of Aetheria, Loaf had become a Hero to all.