Dark sat in his nest as young dragons crowded on the carpet below him.
“Tell us the story again!” they cried. A mix of Keepers and Crafters, they looked up at him with wide and eager eyes.
“Why, you children are the very image of joy,” Dark said. His joints groaned as he stood, looking out the window, which was full of the moon and stars. “If I had children, you would be the very faces of them.”
“Why did Andor create the world?” a child asked.
“He hatched,” Dark said. “You could say he stumbled upon the world. He wasn’t ready for it. And it swallowed him whole. It washed him right into death!”
Dark made a wavy motion with his claws, and the dragon children laughed. Dark laughed along with them.
“Oh ho! I am old, my children, but the legend will never leave my memory. They say that th
