Down by the river there is a great beast. Within his vast chest are 14 steal lungs. Lungs that breath in with the breath of a hundred hurricanes and exhale with the force of a thousand tornadoes. Inside those lungs a fire burns fierce enough to melt you and everyone you know, some have even said that let loose on the world, this beast could scorch the whole earth. At night he sleeps deep. Those fires burn low and some say if you listen close to his gentle slumber you can even hear a fire go out every once in a while. But with the rise of the sun, he wakens. And what a sight he is to see as his blood begins to run, droplets as big as you or me circle his veins. Running constantly. Working every second to stoke and control those great flaming lungs as they prepare to take him forward into the sky. People come from all around to see him wake. He is no evil beast. Just a loving, yet dangerous dragon. Taking care of all that love him, and letting loose on all who despise. When he gets going he is a wonder to behold, and all who gather to see him take flight leave with a sense of wonder at his rugged, powerful beauty. His older sister lives north down the river from him. She is less mighty, yet truly strong and wild. No one has ever gotten to see them awake together. But those of us who've seen each in its own turn can say that the great dragons awakening together would be a sight even the richest man in the world would give his fortune to see. Together these two beasts have won the respect of those world over. Few beast of this nature have ever captured the hearts and minds of the people like this, and if I had to take a guess that when all is said and done and these great dragons of old finally pass on, that few beast of their size and importance will ever live again.