I'd just like to tell a small story, of faith, and overwhelming odds.

Listen if you like, or move on to the next, I care not...

In a warm dark place, there was a Dragon, his scales glittering and
golden. He was wise beyond belief, the product of many years of
listening, feeling the earth shift and move about Him, the scents
brought to Him and the sights that met Him when he left that warm dark
place.

This being existed before Time, or at least our understanding of it. He
existed above the petty bickering of man, above such feelings as
jealousy, and hatred, and this....became the start of His undoing.

He became aware of movements around Him, skittering's and clicking's,
and is seeking further he found a consciousness that existed only purely
because of the multitude of the gathering, it wasn't particularly smart,
just large. It turns out that the consciousness was a Host of Scorpions,
tunneling through that warm, dark place. He spoke unto the Host, and
sought to understand their purpose, they responded by clicking
aimlessly, and stinging the Dragon, as though the Dragon was harming the
Host, instead of the understanding that Dragon sought. The being
struggled to comprehend the disconcerting attack, and discerned that the
Host fought anything that it perceived different, or, that slowed it's
progress, and in seeing this the beast became quiescent, laying still,
and feigning death, for it was against his nature to attack the
stupidity of others.

The Host settled after a time, believing that the being had been
grievously wounded, even unto death, and they continued tunneling
aimlessly. The Dragon decided that working against the Host was
pointless, and instead began to work with it, helping with the
tunneling, hoping that the Host would soon tunnel through, leaving the
being once again to its peaceful contemplation of the Universe. It was
unfortunate that the Dragon could not see the perfidy of the Host, as it
allowed the Dragon to assist, and they worked in harmony for a time,
before at the last moment, the Host turned upon the Dragon voraciously,
until It crawled away from that warm dark place and breathed no more.

The Host returned to its clicking's, blissfully ignorant of the
regenerative powers possessed by the Dragon, for it lived still in a
deep meditation, allowing it's now faded and dull body to
regenerate...and to this day this wondrous being rests, knowing that it
will recover in full, and that the Host in its stupidity would
eventually turn on itself, or starve, and that they would pass beyond
memory.

The Dragon looked on this as a learning experience, knowing now that
some beings exist only for themselves, and that even wisdom can be
brought low by and ignorant mass.

Thus the story ends for now...

Ageranu

Penned by my hand on the 22nd of Letum, in the year 525 AD.