A Dragon Tale - A creation myth...really!

First there was nothing.

Then the dragons came.

They filled up the nothing pretty quick. Dragons are BIG you know.

Well. The dragons sat around and spoke of lofty dragonish things, and they grew...

Dragons, you see, have feet. Four of them to be exact. On those feet are long snaggley toenails, and they grow. After a time, these long snaggley toenails grew to the point where they were stabbing each other with them no matter what they did. This was to say the least, annoying.

One day a particularly enterprising dragon decided to solve this problem. He decided to create a race to serve the dragons in many things, not the least of which would be cutting their long snaggley toenails. The dragon was at a loss, however. He had no idea what to make these people out of! He sat, and thought, and considered deeply. As he sat scratching his head in consternation, it hit him. Picking the material he needed, the dragon molded it into a pleasing shape, breathed life into it, and named it, "ELF."

"Elf," is the dragonish word for "ear wax" The dragons continued happily along in their lives, content with their now short toenails. One day, a particularly bored elf began to wonder whether there was more to life than cutting toenails. Gathering the other elves, they ventured off to a quiet little corner of the cosmos called "Tyrra." Some of the elves went off to a particular forest, and sat around being all serious. They were called the Stone Elves. Some of the others went and hid in caves. They became the Dark Elves. Some of the others went screaming around everywhere. They were the Wild Elves.

For awhile the dragons lived rather happily, until, inevitably, their toenails became long and snaggley once again. Looking around for their attendant elves, they found nothing. Eventually the elves were discovered hiding in a boring little place called "Tyrra". Turning to the dragon who originally created the elves, they asked him to do something about it.

He set out on a new idea, creating a race to hunt down all the elves. He sat, and thought, and considered. One evening, contentedly scratching his large dragonish tummy after his meal, he hit upon a solution. He took some of this material, and he stuck some snaggley toenail clippings in at odd angles, and breathed life into it. He called his new creation "Sarr." "Sarr" being the dragonish word for "belly-button-lint". The Sarr were set loose on Tyrra.

They hunted down Stone elves, and munched on them and said,"Ooh,Crunchy!"
They hunted down Wild elves and munched on them and said,"Ooh, Spicey!"
They hunted down Dark elves and munched on them and said,"Eew! Gamey!"

Eventually the Sarr began to wonder if there was any more to life than hunting elves. They decided to settle down and try this "Civilization" thing... Mind you, in case there really WASN'T anything more to life than hunting elves, there's a whole kingdom of 'em right next door...

We really hope that the dragons don't know about this because we don't really want to know where the dragons will pick from next...