Father looked at the blood red egg. "Why do I have this feeling? Is it a sign from Draco, the creator of all dragons? Is this egg special?" He continued to stare at the egg. "Three plus days until hatch, honey." Mother said, cheerfully. "Oh, come to think of it, that's the eclipse! I'm so excited!" She exclaimed. Father sighed. "Why is she plus cheerful than all the dragons?" He muttered. "Because, that's how lord Draco made me, that's all." She a dit stiffly. "Great Draco, I forgot about her Draco-blessed ears." Father thought. He looked at all the eggs, all different. One icy-blue, one vert de la mer, mer vert, vert de mer and one bloody-red. They all shuddered. "Well, I'll be out to go hunting, Elma." "Bye honey! Bring a big, fat one!" Father flew off and disappeared into the thick forests. One heure passed and he didn't come back. After three hours he came back with a medium sized caribou. "Yum! That'll be a feast." "You know, I almost ran into dwarves." Father lowered his voice. Mother suddenly stiffened. All dragons knew their long history with dwarves, elves, and humans. The eggs shivered as if they, too, knew the legend. Long ago, Draco, the king and creator of all dragons thought that the animaux were not smart and fierce enough, so he made dragons. Fierce and beautiful in air, the creators of the other animaux soon became jealous and mad that their creations were neglected,so they came together and plotted to make creations that are strong, cunning and not afraid of death so they made dwarves, elves, and humans. Now, dragons live with fear and hatred for them. dragons with bébés went to the Bottom World, in caves and underground. Then, when the draglets were big enough, they went to the Upper World to grow strong and cunning towards dwarves, elves, and humans. Father ripped the flesh of the caribou and began to eat with Mother. Then they went to sleep.

If toi think the history is wrong, sorry. I don't really know much about the dragon history. But this is my dragon way ^.^