Something I based loosely off a dream I had last night
Long ago, when dragons still roamed the earth. There lived a dragon in the high mountains of Farii. The dragon had no name, for the villagers were afraid of him. Legend tells of how dragons worked with human kind, before a cold hearted warrior stepped up and told the village to be afraid of these "beasts". He slayed the first dragon and the village followed his command. For they were now afraid of these cold blooded beasts. Thousands of years later, one lonely dragon now lives far away from the scared village. He wanted to share with the people that his kind were not evil, nor dangerous. Alas, he could only watch from afar. Seeing the people create bigger weapons to kill the so called beast.
The dragon was lying asleep in his cave when he heard a child scream. A young boy was being taken to be executed that morning. The dragon became worried as he watched the boy walk over to be hung. He could not wait and watch any longer. The