There was a district in a kingdom called Arulion, a district in a city so large it could completely cover an entire planet.
That district was small. So small and so peripheral that barely anyone even knew it existed.
Here, people lived simple lives. They farmed when they wanted to farm, they shopped in markets and ate at stalls that their peers opened, and generally enjoyed their quaint and happy lives.
This kind of place was rare in Arulion. No matter how they were treated by their own kind, dragons were dragons, after all.
Most of them refused to do mundane things. They spent their entire lives striving towards power or knowledge with everything they had.
But, in every society, there would be outliers. The only people who were willing to live in the more rural parts of the megacity were those who had discarded that pointless chase.
