"Until the humans decided to start a war, with Issac as the face of it." Master Oden spoke aloud, letting the eerie silence fall upon us. We watched the dragons fly toward a far mountain, where they usually rested, and a place that is forbidden of humans.
Stepping away from the edge, I stepped into the massive meeting place, although it had been three centuries, this sacred place hasn't changed one bit. I remember how Owen Willow was so proud that day to convince the dragons to teach the youngsters, completely blind of what could have happened in the future.
Walking to each seat, studying the list of names that have been council members for each breed of dragon. Although the list of names didn't look familiar, they all sounded beautiful, when I whispered them under my breath.
