DragonHearts

Chapter 1: A Past

The way of the Dragon is diverse, special, unique, perhaps even bizarre at some points. What truly is bizarre is what the dragons lived—a terrible past. To understand the way of the Dragon, you have to dig deep into what their hearts hold: grief, anger, sorrow, joy, distress. You don't know.

The Dragon's way is strange, unique and special. What is really strange is where the dragons lived – their awful past. To understand the way of the dragon you must look into what they hold in their hearts: sorrow, anger, distress, joy; you never know. The dragons' home was not only beautiful but a place of unparalleled magnificence where nature had done its best work. 

The flowers that decorated the land seemed to have some quiet wisdom about them as if they could share their secrets with those who cared enough to listen. The waters flowing gently across the country remained pure and clean uncontaminated by any pollutants or poisons that might put at risk the exuberant life of the plains.

In this idyllic setting all animals considered dragons as good kings and respected them greatly; everything changed when a dark evil force appeared.

This creature was the personification of fear; it is a ghostly being with unprecedented might, its wickedness so profound that it appears nearly divine.

it had a huge body covered in flaming horns, red talons, hooves like blades and other indescribable features terrifying to look at. It wore torn dirty clothes stained with blood from head to its goat legs and was the most frightening demon they ever met.

The monster sneered maliciously as it watched over small beings beneath its feet. In an instant it destroyed the whole land, setting off cataclysmic firestorms greater even than those produced by dragons' fierce breaths. 

The reptiles found themselves powerless against this disaster – except for some young survivors who hid deep under ground where their elders could not reach them with their wings or claws. They shook in terror while everything around them collapsed into ruin, forever robbed of their once innocent ears by terrible noise of such destruction.

Not hearing anything, they got up from the burnt land and took twenty minutes at least to compose themselves and fly back into the sky.

Looking over everything they saw — a chilling sight: a landscape of charred remains; dead bodies scattered across barren dirt, with once-mighty dragons lying defeated and their fiery essences extinguished. Not one plant remained alive; only a dry, hopeless wasteland without water or any other sign of life. The destruction had been complete.

The dragons looked at each other gravely. They knew that if they wanted any chance of surviving or starting anew, it would require desperate measures on their part. Using what little magic was left in them, they decided to change into something that could fit into this world — a shape with weak arms; short, dull spikes; small bodies but large heads; flightless creatures called humans.

Once they embraced who they had become, it occurred to them that they would have to start over among people. This was terrifying, but necessary; it was all they could do to bring back their lives and open the way for a different future of theirs and other such beings.