Long ago, there was a time when Dragons lived in relative peace. Respected and admired by all. They have lived in this world longer than any other creature known. At first, when the humans and Elves first came to be, they thought of the Dragons as nothing but unintelligent beasts, something to be feared. But, upon learning more of these magical creatures, there came a time of respect and mutual prosperity for all races. But, evil always lurked in the shadows. Jealousy for the power and magic that resided in the Dragons. Soon, hunters began to kill them off, such beautiful magnificent creatures slaughtered for their scales. Noble women wanted the scales for jewelry, magicians and spell casters for their power. Now, the dragons hide in fear, waiting until they are strong enough to once again rise up. They have all fled to distant lands, protected by dense forests, and powerful races who still remained in allegiance with them. ---- A council of indistinct figures sat around a large mahogany table. On the center of the table sat a large stone, varying in all shades of purple. The stone was smooth and heavy, and looked to be of great value. A man stood, and placed his hand on the stone, running his fingers over it, tapping it, and even picking it up for a moment before setting it back down. Conversation followed soon after, discussing what was to be done with it. Expert jewelers and craftsman alike could not figure out what exactly this stone was. It was beautiful and eye catching, but it was no diamond or emerald or ruby. Even it's color was offsetting. They had come to the agreement that it must be worth great money, but they could not sell it if they couldn't figure it out. A door swung open, and 3 cloaked figures ran in. Whispering a foreign language none of the men understood and bright light shooting from their palms struck some of the men sitting around the table down. Swords drawn, the two groups clashed in battle. Two of the cloaked figures were slain, their lifeless bodies laying on the ground and blood pouring from their wounds. Alone now, the third figure jumped for the stone, grabbing it in his hands and dashing out the door. He ran down the corridor, with the others close behind him. Just as the men were closing in on his heels, he raised the stone in the air, and shouted something in the foreign language again, and the stone disappeared from his hands. The figure collapsed drained of energy and the men converged on him, slaughtering him while they frantically searched for the stone. --- A bright flash of light, and the purple stone now appeared in a field. Unblemished and seemingly untouched from the great work of magic. Inside the stone, consciousness swirled. It was in fact, not a stone, but an egg! A very prized one at that. The egg of a dragon. Te stone lay motionless in the grass, despite the great magic and power that resided within it. Waiting patiently to hatch. Waiting for the one who would become it's rider!