A/N: Maybe what the last elf thought as he was dying.
Heritage
Long ago, farther past than tales recall
There were creatures,
That did not know the bitterness of mortality
We all know of these beasts
For they are in our legends
These that some call mythical
Lived on pure
Pure magic in the world
Then, through chance
We were
Simple were, humans had come
Human numbers grew
And the creatures' numbers dwindled
For humans are reckless and destructive
Then, as an act of preservation
We combined
We were one
Together
Man and dragon
Man and unicorn
Man and fairy
Man and more
And so these mingled
With the normal humans
And the creatures died out Yet ever in our bloodline.
Now few still have this magic blood,
But those that do, believe.
Believe.