Draco

Once there lived a dragon. The peak of Montis is where he called home, and it was so high up that no other dragon could make it to the peak. Legend claims that if another dragon does make it all the way to Draco, he will take them under his wing and they will take over his duties, such as watching over the great forest and keeping every living creature big and small protected from any nearby village. As the oldest living dragon in the Weyr, he knows the ways of the forest and how to protect anything and everything from the villagers that have attempted to take and possess the power of a dragon scale or a dragon egg. Centuries worth of villagers have tried to do just this, but have failed every time. As the years went on, their attempts started to fade and eventually died completely. Draco is still weary for the colony, he continues to watch over them everyday like any minute the villagers will attack.

Yet, he still admires the young dragons below, watching as they try to find what power they possess. He gazes as some discover that they have the power to lift and carry weight at least 3x's their own, calling themselves Roburs. Others realize that they have the power of healing, able to heal with a simple touch to the affected area, being known as Curares. Draco searches in hopes to one day find a Voler dragon that can fly to great heights with no trouble. Draco was the last one known and it has been centuries since another one has come about. Still, in his great stature, he patiently waits for the next Voler even though the sun is beginning to set on him he has hope another one will come.

As he watches, he starts to notice that one dragon never joins in the play, he simply sits off to the side, usually by himself but sometimes an elder will join him. Draco wonders if the elder shares the legends of their kind with the young one. He is aware that the dragons have lost the belief of his own legend, as he sees the young dragons curiosity grow, he has more hope than ever for what the future holds.