Dalinda walked away from the bonfire placed in the middle of the village. The rest of the community were still seated around it and listened intently to the stories told by the oldest dragons in the village.
It was almost tradition to sit around the fire and listen to old dragon stories. Stories of a time before men, of the beginning of time and the first dragons. Stories of a time before hate and war. Dalinda smiled sadly to herself as she walked back to her home.
It had become an even more important activity since the vampires had began to attack them one village after another. The older dragons were worried, they feared dragon history would be lost and took every opportunity to pass it on to the younger generation.
She still did not understand why the vampires had chosen
