As an antique of a creature, scales loose and even seeming to carry their own form of rust, rests before a blazing hearth, a group of perhaps half a dozen children rushes up before him, some climbing onto his lap, others sitting down on the ground nearby. "Tell us a story grandpa, please!" They collectively beg, their eyes round and shining with curiosity. "All right, I guess I can tell you a story. Hmm, now let me think. If I remember correctly, it was about 2,105 years ago, back when I was barely past my teenage years at the young age of only 1,000 years old. Anyway, my friends and I were all freshly graduated from Xucydrakkie academy and had just started on our first job..." With the rasping of his ancient voice, he begins to spin a tale of time long past. The air shimmers and ripples as reality itself bends to give image to his story for his eager little audience. I'm going to change the name and cover when I can think of or find something better. I'm posting this before I have a chapter ready to hopefully give me the motivation to actually write it. You can help give me motivation to write by adding this to your library.