“Despite the despair that plagued the lands,

The dragons carried hope within their clawed hands.

Choosing worthy humans from among the crowd,

These Chosen and their children carried these special gifts endowed.”

“What kind of gifts?”, asked one of the girls, her eyes big and curious under the candle light.

“Oh the most wondrous of gifts!”, exclaimed the granny, before continuing.

“These gifts varied in strength and type,

Changing the tides of even death and life.

People were summoning storms and growing plants,

Talking with animals and getting the ability to cast enchants. 

The only rule was one gift per bloodline,

Either inherited from mom or dad, or gifted from the dragon's devine.

Those with the same gifts soon bonded together,

Forming the Clans that planned to persist forever.

While their gifts allowed for their people to persist,

Soon it would be required to work as one to resist.

The darkness and death continued to creep,

Laying waste to all caught in its slow sweep.

Some people gifted with the power of foresight,

Arranged a special ceremony to look for an answer to their plight.

Sitting aligned in a circle with clasped hands,

A vision emerged of the one who would save their lands.

In this possible future they saw taking part,

They saw the outline of the One with the Dragon Heart.

No one knew why they could picture that name,

But they all knew that after this nothing would be the same.”

The older woman pretended to get up, knowing that the children would not let her leave before their favorite part.

“No Grandma! You didn’t tell us the best part, you can’t leave the story there!”

One of the boys, with a perfect pout on his dear little face, chimed in. The elder chuckled and lowered herself back into her seat, pleased that her assumption had been correct.

“Oh alright, but after this you must go to bed!”