The Dragon and the Princess.

In a time of myth and fantasy there lived men and dragons, mortal and immortal, each wanting what the other possessed and they never could. For some, this was the power to rule to eternity but for others, it was a peaceful death beside the one they loved. The wars were legendarily brutal but ultimately pointless. A man can only dream of eternity, which to a dragon is its curse and a dragon never forgets. That is until we humans had been pushed to our final bastion, Haven the great white castle of the kings. The largest horde ever assembled threw itself against the mighty white stones of Haven shaking its foundation to the very bedrock on which it was built. Their leader, the great Wyrmlord Ellanher, watching on. The knights fought valiantly but to no avail, for the dragons had every advantage, even the strongest of stone cannot hold for long against the might of a dragon. When all hope seemed lost and even the greatest among us began to waver, the beautiful princess Rosalind emerged from her room in the depths of the citadel. Her skin as porcelain and her voice the smoothest silk. She called out to the knights and the horde alike and proclaimed her hatred of the battle that raged below her and all paused to listen. Most intently among them, Drayce the son of Ellanher. Drayce slowly approached the princess, his blue wings and serpentine body shining in the afternoon sun, and landed on the steps in front of her. Using the powers only bestowed to those lucky enough to be called Wyrm he transformed himself into the image of a human and proclaimed his undying love for the princess. With one proclamation the eternal war had finally come to an end, dragons and men looking forward in an improbable peace, but not all was as it seemed. The greed of humans knows no bound and the rage of a dragon is not so easily sated. Rosalind the princess of humanity and Drayce the prince of wyrm lived out their days in bliss and ignorance of the hatred that still boiled beneath their castle walls. Her own father, the great king of humanity saught to use his own daughter to rid the world of dragonkind forever. He looked to the counsel of the old wizard Gellert and placed a terrible curse upon Rosalind, for if she was killed by the talon of her love the entire line of wyrm would cease to be. Out of love for his daughter or pride and a longing for honor and celebrity, the king took the deed into his own hands. He snuck into their chamber, carved a talon from Drayce's sleeping body, and walked over to his daughter, the only living heir to his kingdom. The king raised his hands high above his head and drove the talon into his daughter's chest. Drayce awoke to the pain of a broken heart and threw the king from the chamber and onto the stone far below. He caressed his dying love and asked the heavens for any way that they might be saved, unknowing of the terrible curse. Drayce used what little strength remained of his once-proud line and wrapped himself around his Rosalind, forever encasing her in his impenetrable scales. They still long for the day when men are no longer controlled by greed and hate, this dragon fruit a symbol of the undying love of a dragon and the all too temporary love of a human.