Kilgarrah's Tale:
The Story of The great Dragon
Book 1: The Beginning
Prologue
My story is both long and sad. But then, what story of a creature who is the last of it's kind is not sad? It is not a story that most would want to hear, but it is one that most, particularly Uther, should hear, as it could teach them many things, including compassion.
So, if you will, I beg of you to take the time to hear my tale of sorrow. It begins long ago, at a birth. When I was born...
A female dragon nudged the eggs in her nest. They would hatch soon. At a sudden sound, she looked up to see her mate entering their cave.
"Is it time?" he asked her.
"I think so," she replied, looking back down. A crack then appeared in one of the shells. The two dragons watched closely as the baby dragon emerged. Shortly after, the other two eggs hatched as well, and the babies inside emerged to join their sister.
"Kadris, what should their names be?" the female asked, looking at her mate.
"How about Latra for the female?" Kadris suggested.
The female nodded. "And Taris for the older male. You can name the youngest."
Kadris looked at the last young dragon thoughtfully for a moment before deciding. "Kilgarrah."
Life was good for the first ten months. My siblings and I grew. Everything was perfect. We were hapy, all five of us. Myself, Taris, and Latra, and our parents, Kadris and Saren. Then came the day we began to learn to fly. The day things began to change for our family forever.