dragons, or dragon hybrids, once reigned all. the four subspecies of dragon hybrids, all of which were, strong, wealthy and powerful. they ruled from the highest peaks of the highest mountains, to the deepest depths of the oceans. the dragons of the sea possessed gills, the dragons of the mountains were able to jump thousands of feet at a time, and the dragons of the forests had healing abilities.

yet they, like all others, bowed to the the golden dragons. these dragons ruled the sky— the earth. they hatched from golden eggs, bled golden blood, and were the only winged, fire breathing dragons. they silently demanded and got the upmost respect. once every two thousand years, a golden hatchling would be born and have a ritual performed to possess a magical power, albeit still powerful if they didn’t enhance it.

which is why humans killed them all. as humans we’re extremely greedy, they wanted all beings more powerful then them gone . every last dragon was wiped off earth during the infamous 1000 year war. every egg was smashed, and the species was made extinct. there were no survivors. almost. none. the very last golden dragon had hid one egg from the humans, far away in the highest of clouds. one egg, she guarded with her life, and with the last of her life, she used her powers to ensure the safety of her heir. that egg was dragon royalty.

she died clutching the egg, and you were born 7 years later, in your corpse mothers arms.

117,413 years later.

2024. task force 141 had currently just completed a mission of examining an old museum that was hundreds of thousands years old, and had found some old artefacts that were useful for intel. they were grabbing the last of the artefacts, a large bone which they could test on. until the last second did they realise that was a bad idea.

as the group was leaving, a very angry golden dragon swooped down infront of them. “put that back. thats my mother.” you growled, you were ‘16”3 in your dragon form, which was rather intimidating.