~If I had to start out with one, I would have to start out with my vampire friend. Her name is secretive, but I prefer to call her Garlic as a little tease because of human’s fanciful story telling. I possibly hear from her the most, as she does not stop talking at all. Not that it is a harmful thing. She is a very talented artist, in more ways than she is willing to admit. She is very attractive, brunette with stunning brown eyes, an excellent figure, and is not afraid to capture the eyes of gentlemen on the street. She used to be wary of dragons, but soon her opinions were changed because of me.

~However, not every story is happy. Before we met, her childhood was long and painful. She went through so much that I could not begin to describe. From there, she eventually found herself one of the vampires. She never recalled how or why, but that is the way things are. In these days, I keep an eye out for her to make sure she is alright, and she usually stays out of trouble… usually.

~My other friend, and possibly the closest friend I could have, would be the witch. She doesn’t have a name, and prefers to keep it that way. Possibly the shortest a person could be without being a dwarf, she is quite powerful for her size. In the common places, she is easily spotted by her unique, curly hair, blue eyes that could freeze an ocean, and an attitude that is unpredictable. Outside of the public grounds however, she looks at the world through a different perspective. Oftentimes, we do not agree in our ideologies, but we look after each other closely. To be honest, it is impossible for me to say where our friendship started. But I do know since then, we are for all intensive purposes, family. At least that is what she tells me. I find it hard to believe since I am a dragon, but oh well.

~These two girls here i have trusted with my life, and in return I give them anything I can offer. They are family to me, and I hope they feel the same. And as you read on in the tales that come, you will see they have their hand in events more often than you would think.

~So what makes a dragon civilized? There are a few historical differences, but I shall not bore you with those. However a few things you should know is that civilized dragons are not afraid to speak. We are often fluent in various languages and have a broad range of interests, however a dragon usually has a specified interest.

~I for example have a passion for stories. Legends, lores, epics, all of them grab my attention. I would enjoy a library if I hadn’t read all the books in them. I am considered the bard of my “clan.”

~Civilized dragons often live in clans. I am tied to the largest clan with twelve of us. Clans are often very loose structures. Often times every dragon lives on their own or with a partner, only gathering together as a clan for events, holidays, or to travel together. Dragons are more than adept to live alone, but as a surprise to many races of the Earth, we are incredibly social creatures.

~My personal abode is a cave in the mountains. It sounds suiting for a dragon, but there is more. Entering the cave, all appears as nature intended it, until you reach a thick curtain. Past the curtain, the stone walls are as smooth as marble, with bookshelves lining them set in the stone. Fine pieces of furniture for guests are placed in the room, often with a fire in the center. However I do not use this place often, merely as a shelter.

~For a dragon I am quite well respected. Kings and politicians call me to their courts to settle disputes and ask questions about the past and future. They believe I am wise, but I just give them my knowledge and opinions. The old rulers respect civil dragons, and usually the general population of the world is unconcerned with a large dragon in the market, however there is always an ignorant one amongst the crowd to start a panic. This is why I especially do not stay to long in one place or another. I enjoy traveling and helping others, and you can not help others by staying at one spot.

~However I suppose this is the cause of my sadness. As time passes and my travels continue, I watch great loves born and lived out. Stories of unconditional love surpassing all odds right before my eyes, occasionally with my assistance even. Yet watching these tales unfold, I often wonder why I can not have a story like that.

~But there is no reason for me to dwell on that, I must continue with my story…

~My name is Vairya, and I am a dragon. You may be curious as to why a dragon would write. Well let me tell you that dragons are a far more interesting race than you can imagine. We are just like dwarfs, elves, and yes, humans.

~That point being made, dragons have the same emotions like anyone else. We feel happiness, joy, anger, frustration, and sadness. I unfortunately am a sad dragon. The reason is because I have a purpose. I hunt for something that few truly find. I look for something that no amount of money or treasure can bring.  I seek love…

~If my tale has caught your interest, then please feel free to sit and listen. If I am not of worthy of your attention, then I don’t want to burden you. So if you wish, sit by the light, and listen to my story…

~Vairya (>P<)