But as castles grew taller than mountains, and as kings and queens decorated their crowns with bigger, sparklier jewels, so, too, did folk learn how to shed dragon blood. For many Moonplumes, Moltenmaws, and Sabersythes . . . their eternal lives were slashed. The Creators did not expect their beloved beasts to sail skyward upon their end. For many of them to plant themselves just beyond gravity’s grip, curl into balls and calcify, littering the sky with tombstones. With moons.
