[ WP ] Dragons exist on Earth , but humans are still the dominant species . Write realistic stories about how life would be different .

That was it. I had enough. We had enough. 
 
 After the council I took the ferry to Big Isle off Cascadia for the meeting I decided to set up with the wise ones. We used to rely a lot on them until world peace was finally achieved. Ever since then, we had just bickered too often over seemingly unnecessary details to do anything more than discuss about the oceans' depths and their actually marvelous other creatures. 
 
 The travel was longer than usual. Everywhere they were trying new types of engineering, and it did n't take long before most of them broke and went into disuse. This time the ship had apparently been equipped with a mix of steam- and solar-powered turbines but the sky was way too overcast to work well. I just wished everyone would stick to the conventions my family had been polishing. I guess trying often is succeeding still, as the old saying goes. 
 
 The mountain afar was growing taller and bigger. The dragons had becoming increasingly few in numbers ever since our arrival in the Americas, and much fewer in the Pacific for reasons we could not figure out, but they were striving on Big Isle where we had decided never to keep any manmade constructions. 
 
 The ferry came to a full stop in the middle of the bay; diplomats, worshippers and damn tourists alike filled dinghys with camping equipment, water bottles and lots and lots of offerings. I had myself brought of all things two giant toothbrushes of my own creation as I understood was increasingly needed due to the increasing tooth decay. I know the headmaster of the silvers will be much pleased. 
 
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 The first ceremony went well, albeit way longer than I wished. We had turned them gods into creatures of leisure. The brush that had taken me numerous nights to conceive trying to perfect the claw grip was used more for their back scales and neck than for their poor rotting teeth. Oh well. 
 
 The Head dragon could tell I was angry, or more exactly, pissed off at something or someone, yet it waited until the activity and flashes and laughs faded, then let me know it was ready to discuss. 
 
 Conversing with them was no easy task. Seven centuries of learnt cohabitation after the dark ages had created Fotvingesk, an norsk and dragon based creole mixing short spoken word and elaborated body movements, language that I personally had trouble maintaining educated. But the Head liked me and that was all that mattered for the moment. 
 
 I took no time in making it clear. Even though past peace treaties gave them lots of the goods from the land, Eastern America was becoming more and more likely to wage war to Cascadia. It would not have been an issue ( since, really, we ’ re the power now ) had it been from the Reds in the mountains who were much more fierce and territorial being bribed into getting on the East ’ s side. 
 
 In short, if nothing was done to restore the military power and/or appease the situation, Cascadia, as well as probably world peace, was doomed. 
 
 The Head dragon winked. 
 
 ( To be continued )
