“Come listen to my tale, lest

we forget the horrors of the Dragon Wars.”

-Mika Tsuki

Napidő 28, Holdi időszaka

In the annals of history many great wars were fought and forgotten. Kingdoms would rise, and they would fall but our world was not the birthplace of war. The Divines, the first race through which all races were born, were a peaceful science driven race. They set out to travel worlds and found Gaia. They lived amongst the mortals and Gaia became a magical place where the inhabitants honored the Divines and Dragons. In return, we blessed them and guided them. Both worlds lived in harmony with the pulse of the universe.

As time passed, humans lost touch with Gaia and her energy. They became corrupt and destructive. They created vast cities that polluted the land’s magic. This caused the guardians to abandon the land called Gaia and return through portals to their home world of Lysandor- now known as “The Realm of Dreams.” With them they brought the first war, a war of hatred and prejudice.

The war was waged between the Divines and the first dragons. The dragons sided with the new race, the elves, a race of magic instead of science. Iova, a divine, returned to Gaia and gained followers who persecuted dragons and any who defended magic. I knew that Gaialings had been corrupted and forsaken us. In return I turned my back, my home world needed me now. I was one of the dragons who left Gaia to its demise and abandoned humankind. I closed the portal that led to Lysandor and my birth land Aldaria behind me.

After I left many portals remained, these allowed a great and terrible event to pass, one that changed Lysandor’s fate. Darkness continued to enter our world and aid in this dreadful war. To prevent this from happening ever again every physical portal was closed. This sealed the last of Gaia’s dragons on Gaia. All that was left open was the dream doors. Through this, those who walk both worlds may reach the planet Lysandor while they dream and remain on their home world as they sleep. Dreamer, it is by this means you hear my tale.

The story I tell in this official record happened after I abandoned Gaia and its inhabitants. I present the story of my beloved daughter – the fate of my race. This tale is set down, so no one forgets that dragons became hunted in the world which was to be their sanctuary. Remember Gori. Remember the Dragon Wars.

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