Lost Queen : I remember the day he came from the Veil. He was massive, larger than any normal dragon, giving him the appearance of over a thousand years old, and the strength to prove it. He filled the city with the greatness of his power, his aura, stunning all that gazed upon him. He held himself in an unbridled confidence, like he truly believed he was what our people had been waiting for. A God. A new God to lead the remnants of our people to salvation and greatness. 

When I first saw him, I was intimidated, but not for a single second did I believe he was what this prophecy claimed. He was no God, I saw it in his eyes. He cared not for our people, we were tools to him. Blind, worshipping tools he could bend to his will. He was a powerful dragon, but that was all; just, a dragon.