The Truth About Dragons - Part 2

The First Dragon

I speak from the land.

I have no name nor species. My mother died as her broken body expelled me into a hostile, unsettled world dominated by the mindless, vapid dinosaurs from which she, before me, was birthed. I never knew my sire either; but, from the oddness of my own body and mind, I assume he was another large creature quite unlike my mother.

My years are beyond reckoning. I am the mountain I created. As can all dragons, I camouflage my massive body. Like many dragons who sleep into the mountains, I chose not to surrender fully into land. I remain awake and watch, so I might share draconian wisdom when the time is right.

There are few of us left who chose not to Cross with the others into the new world, Terreity.

But I get ahead of myself, for it is my intent to tell my story with the hope that one day humans will understand all species are necessary for the balance and health of this world, which they have mistakenly claimed as theirs. Let me begin before my beginning.

In the eons when this world was actively forming, many creatures were created and tested for suitability. Among those were dinosaurs. Few of the dinosaurs were capable of more than basic food acquisition and breeding. They destroyed the land and plants necessary to feed them and brought about their own extinction. (Not unlike humans seem determined to do.)

Occasionally a violent mating resulted in offspring with larger brains, offspring with the ability to understand their actions and who were, as a result, gentler to the land and cognizant of the concept of future. As this birth anomaly occurred more frequently, these individuals began to find each other. And so, while the dinosaurs brought themselves to the edge of extinction, the first dragons recognized our superiority and potential, and flourished

I produced several offspring. My last child, the product of my union with an extraordinarily intelligent dinosaur, I named Ki. Others of new hybrids also produced and by the time Ki came into maturity her mating choices included a few strong males. Ki was so much of a new species, she miscarried eight times before she chose the ideal mate and produced the first perfect dragon. Her name was Demetererer.

It is of Demetererer’s line, my daughter’s daughter, that dragonkind descends.

[to be continued]