On Friday everything changed. Today the dragon guardians would leave for the islands with those dragons who had survived the wars. No longer would this be the City of Dragons it once was. Dragons trailed our ships as we started towards our new home. It seemed that both our races had suffered hurts we could not recover from. Hurts we could now only hope to run from.

As I looked back at the fading shore, I wondered if, on some Friday far into the future, they would still remember that there were once dragons here. And that they were magnificent.