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 the 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 being had no choice but to feed from more raw matter. But when that resource was becoming scarce, life turned against itself, all the crude metabolisms being incapable to maintain balance for eternity alone.
So 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 into inert rock and dust.
At first the dragons didn't know how to react and thought the Disease would die out on its own, encountering a barrier or burning itself. But none of that ever happened, and the now fearful dragons were searching for anything that could fight the Plague.
After tens of cycles of research and efforts, the brightest ones of the Kingdom discovered it was an arrangement of matter and essences far more inert, too stable, nothing was lost nor destroyed, but the precious resources were now almost unusable, or at least trying to extract them would result in more loo than gain…
To solve that problem would require so much more knowledge than their civilisation ever had, and the one trying to solve the problem despite its complexity would do little more than prove that fact more and more. So despite their best efforts, the dragons did not have enough time at all, and so their Tribe deteriorated as Famine stroke and dragons were now fighting to devour each others.
In the end, only a few survived as they gained enough essences to become partially like their god, eternal and never truly destroyed, or at least they would made sure their own corpse would always be salvageable. 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 strength.
What could save that desolated world… Is a question very few can even ponder now.