"The time has come for change! Our island is sinking. We will not have a home without it." The silvery white dragon's voice rang out as she spoke. She was standing on a giant rock in the middle of a valley. In the valley sat thousands of other dragons, the ground a rainbow of colors. More dragons clustered in the air. All twelve races of dragons had gathered to hear her speak. The dragons had gathered together in one place for the first time in centuries, drawn in by the beckon of their leader. She stood on that rock, in the middle of the valley, and spoke of magic and power, power that had not been harnessed in eons. She spoke of change. She inspired awe in each and every being below and above her with her potent words.
She was the great dragon Crystalline, last of the platinum dragons, oldest and wisest, she had more magic and knowledge than any one dragon on their island. But even she could not harness and reign in the vast ocean. So the home of the dragons would sink beneath the waves, lost in the watery depths of the ocean. And she could do nothing about it. So she thought long and hard on the subject, and came up with a solution. Dragon magic was something not to be reckoned with, the sheer power a dragon held was amazing. And it was the solution to their problems.
Dragon magic could be converted, channeled out of a dragon and put into something else. Crystalline had the idea that if they could allow some of their power to flow into the ocean, then maybe, if they did it right, they could give that magic form, turn it into a dragon-made island.
She spoke of that, she spoke of life, she spoke of everything good and peaceful.
(That was what history said, and what history says goes.)
Thousands of years later…
A young silver dragon returned to Krynn from the dragon isles, free and exited for the journey ahead.
oooooh what does this meannnnnn *fall out boy*