N/Legends/Forging of the Dragons

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When Vayria made the world from the essences of the Midworld, she brought it into being without form and void. And out of the void she brought forth a great mist. The One then divided the waters. Amongst the waters above she set her throne. She then sent down her faithful servant and son, the deity Drake, to serve as lord of the waters below.

Vayria set her servant to the task of bringing forth from the waters a swarm of creatures. For many days The One's servant crafted a menagerie of beasts. He toiled long and hard, but always in quiet joy and contentment.

The One's son then set to work on the greatest of his creations. Through many seasons, The Drake set to work crafting the forms of large, winged slithery beasts. These great serpentine beasts slept in the watery abyss for their birth into the air. This action caught the attention of Lamoth, the great corruptor, who sought to steal Drake's loyalty from Vayria. And so he called out to Drake, pulling him to the twisted nature that he represented...

Finally the time came and Vayria rained down the fire of forceful energy from her heavenly abode. The fire called out the beasts from their slumber into the air, where they met up with the fire and burned with life. They then flew out into the world toward the dry land of their calling, and greeted it with breaths of flame from their mouths.

Although Drake knew this time was to come, he grew wrathful in his watery abode. He reasoned in his heart that the time was too short. As he watched his creatures fly out toward the dry land, he longed to pull them back into the seas.

The great serpentine beasts, the dragons, quickly set to work when they reached the land. They were called to prepare the world for the coming of The One's other children. Toward that end, they tore down mountains and built up hills. They burned down deep dense forests and spread seed elsewhere. Through all their great works, they softened the face of the land and made it abound with great beauty.

Meanwhile, in the depths of the waters, Drake grew embittered and cold. Vayria called out to her son through the waters and asked, "What troubles you?"

"Nothing troubles me, mother. My troubles have been taken from me," Drake replied with sharpness, his stabbing wrath kept within.

"Fear not, my faithful son. You will have plenty to do in times ahead. I will have greater and ever more joyous work for you," The One explained with all tenderness.

But Drake rejected his mother's love and replied, "My work was completed. I only desired to bask in the fruitage of my hands for a little while longer."

Vayria then withdrew from the celestial conversation, for there was nothing more to say. Drake had grown possessive and it blinded him to the truth of the matter as she saw it. While all his thoughts screamed "Mine!", he had not come to realize his true place in the world. He was not master of the seas and all within, if not for Vayria. The beast forms which he cherished were nothing more than shells. Their true nature was that of fire and star light. That light was nothing, but for Vayria. No light would penetrate his dark abode now, however.