Legend of the World
Genesis
At the beginning of time was a god named Ankonalmirh, who was the First dragon known to our world. Very little is known about the magnificent being, but one thing is sure, their death created our world. From their corpse being shattered, dissolved and transformed, everything came to be.
From the land to the sea and the sky, from the hardest gem to softest of dirt, even the smallest thing has a drop of their divine blood and essences. And soon from crude matter rich in essences came life. Plants and animals were born and developed as much as they could.
But this world being all there is in existence, it receives nothing like a light from Out there. So the many beings had no choice but to feed from more raw matter. And when that resource was becoming scarce, life turned against itself, all the crude metabolisms being incapable to maintain balance for eternity alone.
Each being was now competing against all others until by desperation, they began to kill others as their main goal to gain the precious essences. From this absolute and merciless war, few beings became greater ones after feasting from so much. Grand trees and deadly flowers were born, as well as the first dragons.
Prosperity
Gifted with higher consciousness, the dragons obtained reason, the ability to shape even the rawest of passions and give structure to their own mind. And with that, the first dragons formed together the first Tribe.
With some of the greatest being in the world united, the tribe grew in members and extended at a faster pace than anything else. And with this prosperity came the choice for the dragons to spare each others, as they gathered enough essences to sustain themselves.
Duty and love now appeared in the refined beast, and soon came language and writing as the lands were reforged to suit the dragons' needs. Civilization was blossoming.
Decay
But that era came to an end when the Plague spread over the world, a conversion of the rich matter and life to inert rock and dust.
At first the dragons didn't know how to react and thought the Disease would burn out on its own, encountering a barrier. But it didn't, and the now fearful dragons were searching for anything that could fight the Plague.
The brightest ones discovered it was an arrangement of matter and essences that so stable, nothing was lost nor destroyed, but the precious resources and essences were now almost unusable. To solve that problem would require so much more knowledge than their civilisation ever had.
So despite their best efforts, time was cruel on the dragons, almost mocking their existance and their pitiful efforts to save themselves. Their Tribe deteriorated as Famine stroke and dragons were now fighting to devour each others, like in ancient times.
In the end, only a few survived as they gained enough essences to become partially like their god, eternal and never truly destroyed. But there was still not much they could do, with the entire world of Ankonalmirh ruined and the necessity to not use too much of their energy.
"What could save that desolated world?" is a question few can ask at all.