““My armor is like tenfold shields, my teeth are swords, my claws spears, the shock of my tail a thunderbolt, my wings a hurricane, and my breath ... death!” ~ J.R.R. Tolkien, The Hobbit."
Our clutch was wiped out by the incursion of man and his machines. The elders all sat and did nothing while the mammals built closer. They were not alone when they came. We had to flee. The elders do not want to fight back. They only want to preserve memories. One elder knows the truth. He teaches us that the destroyer is not our enemy. We must help the distroyer to fight the designer before all belongs to her.
