The people of the village, could no longer take it. So why they did it, for none to know. Yet one year ago a child nonetheless, was weary of his place and started on his quest. This poor child set out at a very young age, into the plains of fire he blazed.

The boy, he had a many friends on this journey. Fiends conspired against them. In times of need, he would call upon his darkish power and his friends behold a whimsical sight. The boy had changed for the better or worse and feared by those who they of which have cursed.

Though in his condition it twas for the better. He collapsed as the fiends fall upon the ground and his friends run for cover. His body, nay his whole figure turned into a one of a kind dragon. Many never live to see, as nice as this one. The boy felt his own skin, as they started to shout.

“How can this be”, one of his friends bellowed out. Well you see for once the boy was met with danger, his true self did force that bold, ancient wager. Between his father’s father and dragon’s of dragon’s, they’ve come together to defeat these evil corrupt savages. Now the boy’s destiny was in sight for he knew now what was right. He’ll travel far and wide to seek those in need from the skies, oceans and land indeed.

So every night we look to the skies. Awaiting a slender dragon shaped boy flying so high. We celebrate every year on the day this occurred. He’s kept us save from the night’s minions that scourge these days of absurd agony. Pleasant dreams tonight and we pray you fly on, keeping us all safe from harm.