IcedOutPenguin

"You are a person. A dragon person, but a person nonetheless."

"Well, nice to know I can still surprise people."

"You don't believe in god, do you?"

The dragon laughed

"Both very good questions." They say, smiling slightly. "First, with where you are, well... You are here. Where is here? That takes a lot more time to explain than we have." They sigh slightly. "Then the tricky question. Who am I?" They pause for a long moment. "My name is Kiaa, though that probably means nothing to you; you've likely heard me called Ishkamagahira or Banbutsu. Or sometimes more simply... God."

"Various reasons, to ask a job done, to scribe a text, or something similar."

"Understandably they usually don't want visitors. So they usually hide in remote places. You have to get lucky, know of their location, or get intentionally called to come."

"As far as I can tell."

"They could."

"Rarely. Another Greatwyrm sometimes challenges another and kill them. But that doesn't happen often."

"Most of them die, eventually."

"They serve no existential purpose if that's what you're asking."

"Exactly."

"Live five millennia."

"There are 12 dragons types. They all come in opposing pairs." "There are Light and Dark." "Ice and Fire." "Sky and Deep." "Earth, sometimes called Mountain, and Water." "Desert and Jungle." "Metal and Acid." "Each dragon type is able to have a greatwyrm. A dragon of unspeakable power and age. Of all the types, there are only two Greatwryms who live."

"16 dragon types." They said

"They aren't the only dragons that have been lost since the Geuskalate."

"They still exist, probably. Only 1 on the surface currently. We have a few texts from others who made it up to the surface, the oldest being from two millenia ago."

"There are no known records of it."

"Nobody quite knows. Even the changling savants often only get a feeling."

You had a very strange dream. You were talking to a dragon you didnt recognize, they were a bright crimson color, and were slightly smaller than you. More lithe, with larger wings, definitely a different type. They were talking about a thing called changling savants, a condition where one, through the use of old magic was able to change how they were as a being. "The most common way to do this is with orbs." They explained. "Of which, the most plentiful are those belonging to the metal dragons. Consuming an orb would change the appearance of whoever did that to have the traits of said orb. So for light orbs, their scales would change to an iridescent white color, emitting a soft glow and they would have the ability to breathe a light-mist sorta thing." "The orbs once were more plentiful then today. Back before the Geusklate divided the world. Unfortunately, even the oldest records only mention the event in passing. Often stating it as a disaster of unimaginable scale."

"Fine." He set off in the direction of the coordinates, moving swiftly.