I, the long lost beast of fairytales and myth, who once long ago used to live, in and under mountains protecting the dragon species, once so rich they flew upon high and filled the sky until that fateful day, when human beings arrived. Sensing their wrongness upon the earth and seeing them as natures curse, we fought a war, one that we lost and paid the ultimate extinction cost. We are beasts of flame, beasts breathing fire, we spread our wings and fly as high as clouds and mountain tops below, our fire we would bellow in unison and paint masterpieces of heat and flame. Our scales glistening in the sun different colours blues, greens, golds, silver and reds. Imperious beasts, proud we were and now the pain and all the hurt of knowing I am the last and in hiding , in the shadows simply surviving, in the realm where humans own the day,I hide in the darkness the caves. But man will not last much longer and I am long lived and stronger. I as female dragon in waiting, ready and just contemplating the return of my kind, of which I will create, because I know nature has a way of propagating species so that they can return and in the sky fire and flame will burn.