I wrote this up this morning. As it has been a little slow on the forums I thought I would share.
Preface
There were twelve seats in the Assembly of the Golden Tree. Two
were vacant. Blue and White missing. One killed by Ruby, the
other fled for fear of death. Their seats cannot be filled but
with one of their own. For the magic that allows dragons into the
world of man is a persnickety one. Only those of magical sphere
to which they belong may sit and rule.
To this, the unbalanced council became. For the destructive
lineages knew they had the upper hand. Out of this darkness a
rumor spread - there was an heir.
Through processes known even by the gods themselves, both White
and Blue had offspring. Stolen from the nest while the mother was
defending her hatchling, a sapien pulled the small one out of the
claws of death by her own hands, one mother saving another
mother’s child.
Part Nature and part Human, through lineage and training the woman shifted.
Transmuting herself into wind that passes through rock, she moved
along the currents of the mountains bringing the little hatchling
with her.
To this was spoken in hushed whispers among the dragons for they
knew where this would lead. Another war with the sapiens. For the
last ended in a stalemate, the Boundary created. Yet if the
hatchling could be returned the council would regain its balance.
Did the sapiens know this? Would they risk another war for
something not of their benefit?
Thus the bard wrote.