A/N: Well here's a new story to enjoy. Hope you like it. The Reaper of Grimm will need to wait until the end of season 3 and longer if nessisary, instead I will focus on this fic and juggle the two as nessisary.


Prelude: the Last Dragon of Remnant

The Faunas have many childhood fairy tales that are kept secret from humans or that the latter have simply forgotten over time. These stories are unique to certain regions, kingdoms or even towns and settlements; all save one. All Faunas know the tale of the four mythical tribes considered as royalty by other Faunas, each embodying a legendary creature: the Unicorns swift mediators and upholders of the law; the Nine Tailed foxes clever and wise architects, inventors, craftsmen and smiths; the Phoenix's the judges and rulers, completely unbiased be they man, fauna, friend or foe, never would they cast judgment before ascertaining all the facts or pass a law or tax that would oppress any group; and lastly the Dragons powerful Warriors and knights, each the equal of an army under the right conditions, boasting unparalleled strength of body and aura and a near infinite life span, masters of the sky's and the elements, but even so none feared the Dragons for they needed a master bound by a blood pact to use their immense powers and none feared the masters for they had to give their life force to fuel said powers.

This story tells of a time long ago when the Faunas under the rule of the four tribes lived peacefully beside the human kingdoms, a peace lasting many years until the Faunas began to petition that all kingdoms be merged as one so that all may benefit from their prosperity. The Unicorns were the first to speak 'Nay! We shall not force our culture unto others!' The Nine Tails were the second to speak 'Nay! We shall not impose our architecture and crafts unto others for never shall improvements be ever made!' Third to speak were the Phoenix's 'Nay! Never shall we ever enforce and dictate the laws and rights of others!' The Faunas then replied 'But already our culture influences others! Already our architecture is adopted by other! Already they learn and implement our ruling system!' And so continued this conflict until a group of young Faunas approached the Dragons. 'Dragons with your strength we could conquer the other kingdoms and show the Unicorns, the Nine Tails and the Phoenix's that they are wrong.' The Dragons had until then disagreed with the Faunas but did not support the the other three tribes, the Dragons new that whatever side they took they would be reduced to weapons now and forever. Such was the wisdom they had gained from their many many years. 'We will not take sides in this for if we do all will have lost!' Time and time again did the Dragons answered the Faunas, but the Faunas would not be denied.

One fateful night the Faunas tried to force the blood pact on a young dragon and succeeded, but the young proud dragon would not yield and fought the pact and master until the effort burnt her life away. The result was terrible not only did the Faunas fail but they had also awakened a terrible rage, from the normally slow to anger Dragons, the likes of which have never before been seen, the Dragons rage was such that all pacts were broken, the earth trembled, the lands burnt, the seas raged, the winds howled and Remnant itself cried in pain in a show of power greater than even the Dragons new they possessed fuelled only by anger and hate. Had it not been for one of the nine tails, proposing that the Dragons leave Remnant for another home, all life would have been scoured from Remnant by the Dragons. And so the Dragons left Remnant, through the gate that the Nine Tails built, they were accompanied by the other three mythical tribes and some humans disgusted by the Faunas never to be seen again. And so tell the Faunas this story to their young first and foremost be it to teach them to respect all life, to lessen a sense of guilt or shame on their part or even as some sort of custom or instinct that developed over time regardless all Faunas know this tale that you will not find in a library, book store, on scroll-net or any form of written copy past or present.

Our story doesn't end here, no this is only its prelude.

Dracus watched as the very few remaining travellers began to make their way through the gate. "The foxes outdid themselves this time round right Dracus? And all because of a handful of stupid Faunas, well that and how close you came to bring the apocalypse down on us after what they did to your sister." Onix spoke as he approached from behind admiring the Dragons Gate. "Why are you staying behind? There's nothing left here for you except pain, longing and death."

A low growl escaped Dracus, the formerly ruby scaled dragon with clear sapphire eyes was now adorned with crimson scales so dark that most appeared black and his eyes now a dark lifeless navy-blue. The changes are the result of his great anger and loss, most doctors agree that he has at most a hundred years to live and that unless he starts letting the pain and sorrow go, he only has five to ten years left. "I'm not in the mood, just spit it out already." If his growl and sharp edge in his voice was not an indication of his foul mood the tremors that shook the cave was.

"Alright no need to get upset. Just wanted to know what your plans are." Onix was now eying Dracus carefully, looking to see if his mood was about to take a turn for the worst not wanting to set the walking apocalypse off. Most of the travellers nervously hurried through the gate hoping to escape the unstable dragon.

"I intend to build a memorial statue of Sapphire in front of the gate, then I wait, for what and how long I don't know and I don't care."

"That's it your going to erect a statue and wither away for all eternity! Alright as your best friend I'm telling you that that is a borsnit crazy plan and that I know as well that Sapphire wouldn't..." The flash of rage that crossed Dracus' face was the only warning that Onix got before he hit the cave wall, creating a crater several meters deep, and have a hand pressed against his throat choking the life out off him.

"You have no clue as to what she wanted! As she was dying in my arms she told me that she did not want her name used to start a war and that I shouldn't abandoned Remnant. So go, I will stay here and see her dying wishes through even if it kills me." Dracus then threw his friend through the gate never to see him again. It did not take long for the remaining crowd to file through the gate afterwards, leaving Dracus behind, the last member of the four mythical tribes on Remnant.

The statue erected in Sapphire's honour took ten years to complete. Dracus saw to its perfection, marble was used to give the statue its likenesses and precious stones welded to the marble as enamel so that it would never lose its lustre or colour. Sapphires mined from the world over acted as scales and clothing, diamonds as teeth, claws and dorsal spines and finally her eyes were made of jade and onyx. A perfect life sized statue of his sister crouching to cup a flower in her hands, wings and tail outstretched as if to protect the flower and her face radiated love and tenderness. The only inscription read 'Sapphire strongest of the Dragon tribe who died, her mind shackled but free, remembered by a loving brother for all eternity'.

The only interruption to the making of Sapphire's memorial statue was the war that the Faunas tried to start. Believing that no one was left to stop their ambitions of unifying all the people of the world under their rule and the humans that rallied their forces to protect the honour of the self sacrifice Sapphire made. This war was a war in name only for no bloodshed came of it, before the armies of the Faunas and humans could clash Dracus put a stop to it by splitting the continent, creating what would later become Mantle. A final show of power fuelled by his anger towards the Faunas and his sister's dying wish. This was the first and last time he would interfere with men and fauna. Having done all he swore to do a deep slumber overtook Dracus and he embraced it as he waited for what he did not know but longed for what was to come.