The War That Shook The Mountain. That's what we Dragons called it, when I left.

Innumerable years have passed since then, and I have yet to see another of my species since. Those of whom I now see are all mages and technologists who feel secure in their practice around me. Fools, really.

Excuse me, that's not the reason I transcribe this tome. The Vault of War, of which I have been chosen Dragon Keeper, has been emptied. Whether by thievery, rot, or misplacement, the words and books that were once held within are without or lost. I shall attempt to remedy this, with mine own memories of the War.

There was a reason the Vault held those tomes. Those who stole them may or may not know of it, but I do. We keepers cannot allow this tragedy to occur again.


Edited by Pretty Prose, for better consumption by other species.