Long ago, in the days of the dragons, there were eleven kingdoms, each with its own king. These kings tended to be greedy and conceited, but they were all lucky in one thing; they each had sucessors, sons and daughters. The kings of these eleven realms were generally hated by all and detested by the general populace. Still, there was nothing that could be done.
For each realm, there was a specific breed of dragon, fire, water, earth, lightening, poison, shadow, ice, thunder, wind, dark, and light. They were rather numerous in number, though rarely seen. They had all originally been sent to watch over the eleven kingdoms and to ensure their peace and prosperity. There had been no wars and, as such, there had been no need for the dragons to awaken from their long slumber. However, the greed of men was soon to change everything.
The kingdom of Thunder attacked the Wind kingdom with no warning or stretching of diplomatic ties. The prince and princess were taken hostage, the king and queen killed. The dragons awoke with a thunderous roar to go to battle to protect their kingdoms.
Allegiances were made and broken, deals made and sealed, only to be broken. It wasn't long before all of the kingdoms were at war with each other. The carnage and destruction spread and the dragons grew angry. They were slaughtering innocent people, and their kind were being slaughtered, all for the greed of men. They had their own meeting, and came up with a solution.
The highest ranking dragon among each race could transform into a human for a limited amount of time. Each head dragon made their way to the castle where their princes and princesses were being kept. They had a deal to make, and it was a hard bargain.
Two royals from each kingdom must be surrendered to the dragon of their realm to secure a peace, both between all the kingdoms, and all the dragons. They would never again be seen, but they would, however, still have control over their kingdom, through the dragons. Their children would be sent out to guard the lands against further war and to be as peacekeepers.
Naturally, all of the royals didn't like the sound of this proposition, until they heard the flip side in the form of telepathy in their minds, where the human that had been standing before them suddenly became a dragon. If the royals refused to agree to this, all of the dragons would unite and would burn down every city, town, and village, reguardless of what kingdom they lay in. In other words, the human race would slowly be exterminated. Faced with such grim odds, the royals had no choice but to agree.
No one was sure exactly what was going to happen to their hated royals, but, then again, none of the people of the realms really cared much. The royalty had never done anything for them but cause pain and hardship. It wasn't until nearly 25 years later that they even began to wonder what had happened to their hated rulers.
Youth started appearing in the valleys, the fields, the caves, caverns, everywhere you could imagine. Their numbers were small, and they appeared human. Still, there was something very odd about these children. They had a tail, which was the head and neck of a dragon. It was rumored that this tail gave them the powers of the dragons of their element, thus making them one of the most powerful beings alive. They came with the hope of keeping the peace, and to remind the kingdoms of the sacrifice that had been made to save the lives of the human race. There could be no such peace.
The children were hated and many attempts were made to drive them from the land. Any time there was a chance, they were hunted down and killed. These "Drake Children" as they came to be called fled back to their dragon and human parents, beaten, exhausted, and many on the verge of death. The dragons could see that their plan had failed horribly. Still, what were they to do with their children, abandon them to constant persecution and death?
No, they could not allow this to happen to their own children. Taking them in groups on their backs, they took their children to a safe haven, entrusting them to a woman that was called "Profet" by her peers. She had a good heart, and the dragons trusted her to find their children good homes. Saddened and with weary hearts, the dragons returned to their own realm, where they hoped that they could manage to keep the peace, before they themselves became as hunted as their children.
- Story by forever_broken292
