A murmur of excitement is in the air. The dragons have assembled, as the newly hatched dragons have emerged from the protecting shell of their eggs to explore the world. Every single creature knows, hope, and believe that these hatchlings will bring greatness upon the world.
It is the year of the Dragon, and a new generation of hatchlings has just seen the light of day for the first time. The elder dragons, the ancestors as they will be called in the far future, are proud to greet them, and even though the hatchlings can neither understand nor speak yet, they know that they are destined for greatness.
"The celestial moons has smiled upon us this generation." the eldest dragon says with a content but tired voice. "I sense a change in the embers of the world. A flame that one day will shine as bright as the sun, if not even brighter."
"I sense it too, but not in the flames nor the embers. I sense it in the earth, and hear the trees whisper of it."
"I heard the thunder as the eggs hatched, and felt the surge of power. There is something remarkable about these currents, and I too sense the greatness of this generation."
"As they hatched, I smelled the scent of freshly fallen snow, and heard the comforting cracks of swelling ice. If the things you have said is true, then we truly have a generation that might change the cause of history for the better of the world."
"May the signs be correctly perceived." says the eldest dragon, with hope in her voice. "Let their paths be clear, and their future as bright as the stars."
"Let their hearts be as light and pure as the freshly fallen snow."
"May their will be as unmovable as the mountains."
"And their reflexes as fast as lightning."
"It will be our duty to guide them. To help them reach their greatness."
"May we succeed in this task, and not let the Dark consume you."
