[ WP ] The ancient dragon , nearing his end , takes a moment to reflect upon his long life .

The sun had just set over an inconspicuous cave that was soon to be the final resting place of an ancient, majestic creature. Never to be remembered, never to be praised, he humbly picked this spot for a simple reason. He could clearly see the skies above him while his, now greatly weakened, body lay still close to the cave entrance. 
 
 `` Thousands of times I have gazed upon the heavens'', he thought to himself silently, `` but the skies above never seemed so clear, the stars so bright. I have never had much time to look up I suppose. There was work to be done, a world to be built. I did n't question the duty assigned to me by an invisible but omnipresent force that I never met but always felt as it inspired my actions. It is what drove me forward to finish what I have started ages ago. I never thought what the end would look like. Not while I flew high above this new world, never ignoring a single gust of wind under my wings. I will miss flight. The incredible feeling when you rise above the ground, watching your shadow grow smaller and smaller below. I never thought of the end as I watched mountains rise and oceans fill. It took countless years for them to settle to their current size and place. The waves... I will miss them too. The sound of waves breaking around me while I rested on the shore. Not even now, as I feel the void slowly engulf what remains of me do I think of the end. I think of the stars, the ones that shone long before I came to the world, and the ones that will remain in the skies long after I am gone. How many others are out there, I ca n't help but wonder? Others like me, my brothers whom I will never meet, busy turning their own chaotic worlds into something good. The stars remain with me, stalwart to the end, the only ones to witness the last few breaths that I will ever draw. Seems only fair, I suppose. 
 The night is at its darkest at last. The moment I've been waiting for. Finally, the time has come for me to do a last act of service for this world I grew so fond of. I never imagined what the end would look like. I was born immortal, after all. I was never told this by anyone, I just felt it. Felt that I could not die except by choice. I could live forever if I wanted to. Eternal life sounded more tempting with each passing moment, but no. I have made my choice. I will sacrifice my immortality to bring them into this world. I hope that they will use the gift of life well. I hope that they will look up to the stars every now and then. 
 Stars. I will miss them most of all...'' 
 
 As the first rays of sun shone in the skies, the first man set foot on earth. Oblivious to the fact that an ancient presence has left this world only moments before, he strode forward towards an emergence of a new race. It was the way of the universe. From death came life, and the cycle will go on and on. Many more will perish only to be replaced by others. Others that no one but the stars will remember.
