Prologue
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Discord – A lack of concord or harmony between persons or things, often leading to strife, dispute and war.
The Draconeques were always a strange people. They never entered conflicts with other or even engaged in trade with other nations. They always kept to themselves. In truth they rather enjoyed solitude from the problems that were plighting the surrounding lands. Wars raged on with the Dragons and the Ursa, the Gryphons were suffering from an internal breakdown of their political system, the Minotaur and Timberwolves were competing for land, the Changelings were facing a famine and the ponies had just changed from a monarchy to a diarchy.
For the Draconeques however, there was no one individual in charge. Each individual was allotted so much power in making decisions that affected the country as a whole. This system was effective for the Draconeques as they only had approximately two hundred or so individuals. Whenever someone broke a law they were taken before the entire town and everyone decided what would happen to the individual.
This was not the strangest part about the creatures however…that was their bodies. Each of their bodies were an accumulation of various animal parts such as Pegasus, deer, lion, eagle, bat, pony and dragon. Some may question how such an array of different parts could even function together but that’s where the most amazing part of these creatures. They had magic. Not the same kind of magic that the unicorns or dragons had, but a unique kind of magic that played an important role in their society. They would will something to happen and it would. If they willed food to grow it would grow it they willed it to rain it would rain.
As powerful as ability like this was it did have limits. It could not be used to will a being out of existence and the task could only be accomplished if it was within the power of the willer. No task could be accomplished if it was beyond their ability to produce such a thing. As such no individual had a name but instead a title that suited their role in society.
But I seem to have side tracked from my report of these fantastic creatures. This is the reason that they did not need to engage in trade with foreign countries. They were completely self-sufficient. They had no need to ask for other countries to help them or to beg for food they could produce enough to feed themselves or to supply their people with the required material for tasks.
As I write this report I know that the times of peace in our lands are dwindling and that soon no one here will remain. I, unlike my colleagues, have been watching the outside world for some time and soon the world will change again…and this time we will not have the privilege of being able to sit on the sidelines.
I hope that whoever reads this will know the truth about what happens to us next.i write this in the hope that my people are not demonized by our invaders or that we are cast as the villains by them. This will be my last record of whatever happens to us for society knows what happens next…
“History is written by the victorious, The Truth is written by the fallen”
-The Biographer Of Time