Creation was not of interest to Longan unless it involved bringing back the past. Of course, the others dragons 'created' their domains. A place to live and soon, coexist with cookies. Longan had seen them from a distance. It filled them with a sense of disdain to see cookies worshipping others. They had went from ruler of Earthbread to a dragon. Just a dragon. Those places of worship and offerings were left to be reclaimed by nature. Vines and moss soon took over them as centuries passed. The statues crumbled and the stone alters were split in the middle, reduced to pebbles and dust.

In the dark of night, a thought came to Longan. Creation.. could they go forth with it? They knew it was likely going to be arduous but it could prove fruitful. It could even help their cause if it goes well. With composed ease, their claws moved around, taking dough and bits and pieces of other things to mix everything together. Each time, it failed. Longan slowly grew frustrated, but the spite of failure filled them with more energy to continue. It had gotten to the point few saw less of Longan, but that wasn't a bad thing. The last thing any cookie wanted, was to turn into stone because they looked at them the wrong way.

Months were flying by, but Longan could care less. This journey to create success led to a quiet obsession. They were at their wits end. Out of desperation, they turned to the dragon orbs that they created. They snatched the closest one and began to pry it open. It shook violently before going still. They snatched the seeds inside and shoved them into the mixture. They would break every law of dragon kind and cookie kind for this. Longan murmured the words softly, slowly lifting their hands to rest over the mess in front of them. For a moment, it was silent. Longan looked on with a stoic expression, their lips pursued in a frown. "A waste." They murmured as they flexed their digits. However, movement came from it. Had it..? A soft chitter had them scrambling to the table. There in the mess, laid the tiniest hatchling they had ever seen. It worried them and yet, a sense of relief washed over them. The bits of the dragon orbs had made for the harder scales that would grow in on their back and legs. Their eyes were sealed shut and their entire face scrunched up with each sound they made. They had created life. The dragon couldn't help the strangled sound that escaped their throat. They carefully picked up the tiny creature with a sense of awe. The hatchling let out a tiny squeal and fidgeted in their grasp. "You are perfect," Longan whispered. "You were worth it."