She was the last of the Dragonkind.
She was resting in her lair that day, knowing not what to
do.
For the last few  decades it was much too
dangerous to fly outside and get food,Humans were everywhere
with their devices of desturction.

She was not evil. Oh no, Not at all. Once, in prior ages,
she would fly, carrying the humans and elves, mages and
warriors,for diffrent causes, some malevolent, some
benevolent.
Those days were far gone now, gone into the mists of time,
and the creatures of the earth no longer truly fought for
such things as Justice, and even evil was very easy to
justify, oh so very easy. She was not evil, though, as I
already said. She was simply she.

After several minutes of thinking she finally decided that
humans or no humans, she was going to get some food.
She stepped out of her lair, stretching her majestic form
and gazing from horizon to horizon. True, she thought, No
humans here, in my desert lair, but no food either. Food is
only to be obtained near that thing called Civilization.
Civilization, Buh! she thought, puffing a few sulphur fumes
into the air. One last stretch, one push with her huge legs,
and she was airborne,Her huge wings flapping, first in
strong quick pushes, then in slow, wide and majestic
movements as she caught the hot drafts rising from below.

She winged higher and higher, feeling clean air streaming
against her face, tingling her nostrils. Not too quickly,
though, She thought to herself, their weird machines of
position might catch me. As she was moving away from the
desert and her lair, the air grew foul, Foul with the smell
of too many humans and their garbage, of too much smoke, of
spoiled food. The only smell which she could somehow relate
to was the smell of mammalianblood, the smell bringing back
memories of it's metalic taste stinging in her mouth.
Suddenly she felt a sudden ache, starting in her chest and
moving through her entire body. She knew exactly what it
was. It was THE pain, the pain which signled the final
ending to her life of almost eternal length. Her movements
slowed, and desperation overtook her. It was the end of the
noble Dragon race, A race which lived much longer than any
other, which played a greater part in history than any
other. Suddenly, a notion jumped into her mind. A notion
which quickly became a decision. She gathered the last
ounces of her strength and winged higher. high and quick,
caring not about whether or not the stupid machines shall
see her or not. She knew the place, and if she would hit
just in place, it will be enough.

She sped forward, finally seeing her destination below her.
Two great Chimneys. The fabled "Nuclear reactor". Oh yes, it
will do quite well. She angled down ,gaining speed. She was
speeding towards the little dome near the chimneys. Faster
and faster she dove, Accelerating towards doom. Towards
creation. Within a minute she smashed herself into the dome,
screeching and breathing fire. Her death was quick, though
painful, but her last expression was a smile, for she hit
the exact spot, and a chain reaction will shortly follow. It
will involve much desturction for the mammels, but for her
kind it was a new beginning. For do you know what is born
from fire? What ancinet race shall hatch from ancinet eggs,
now stones, with just enough heat? You are correct, noble
scholar. Dragons.