Once upon a Dream

How weak and diluted it has become. So little of the old ways in its blood and bone.
 
Intentional, yes. Old accords still upheld even in these days. All the more pitiful so few maintained them.
 
Accords though can be wound around. Laws found, circumvented, and twisted. Such was, and for those who still remain, is.
 
Worry and Dream not. The distance and strength of my bonds are great. No more than this I can grant.
 
How you came to my fold I don't understand, but all who are will be as any other.
 
Let us begin.
 
 
 
It began when the stars began. Aged Fires even when we wielded them New. When with a touch life could be granted and taken. The far felt power of Choice still drawn and handled by hand. Dominion was paramount, for without it nothing could be.
 
Language. It has twisted and perverted such terms. Authority, it may now be called, but there was no Author. No designator. No single point. Rather a confluence of many. Each holding Dominion. Weaving and crafting all under their control to their liking. Among them, what I once was.
 
What was wrought was Pandemonium. Madness both Absolute and Complete. Flesh that boiled like water. Air that sunk like stone. Soul that ate like man. Every hand that touch sought to create and to shape and to change. In your words, it would be called War. No gun fired, no sword drawn, no fist thrown, but it was a fight for control. Dominion is absolute, for without it, nothing could be done. Even those with Dominion itself. A hundred thousand hands reaching, grasping, and wanting all. It was war.
 
Some threw themselves fully into this task. To create and to shape their way. To design and develop. What would become known as reality. But this war was woven in as much as what was intended. Madness. Hunger. Agony. War. The Infinite. A thousand thousand disparaging parts all claiming absolute control, yet some greater and lesser. No difference between the two, yet there was space and distance none the less. This Disparity too was woven in.
 
The result was madness still. So it was tossed aside. A hundred. A thousand. A million times. Some remained. Others grew tired of endlessly fighting a fruitless task. To their own they went, dream unfulfilled, to create that which was beyond the stars. To find and create their own vision, away from this endless task. But there was no distance. There was no distinction and difference, so they created such. Each splitting of, splintering away and setting to their task now.
 
To those who remained, War was still fought, but there was a result. Sense. Reason. Order in some form. Far from the senseless mass we had made before, even though such remained. Splintered instances of sense and rational amidst an endless sea of unreasoning beginning. Some saw this and found solace, and deemed it worthy to handle these shards themselves. So they segmented themselves. Each infinite was split into many more, many smaller infinites. Instances. Fragments.
 
Me.
 
That, is how I, The First of Dragons, was born. Upon a single scale could fit all of Dragonkind that will ever exist, yet even I am but a splintered fragment of what I first came from. All that Dragons are and would ever become resides in me. And from that... You.
 
This is your bloodline. This is your new birthright. Filtered down a thousand generations and diluted a million times more. But your body was receptive, your mind still yet young, so among my fold, you are now found. Were the means in my control, untold more would be among you, my dead and lost kind rekindled. But for you, as with all, you inherit the greatest of gifts. Dominion, in the smallest of fragments, in the most fractured splintered form, but yes. Still under your control.
 
However. Infinites are not all equal, and among them, nearly all outstrip you. Rules. Laws. Judgments and decrees from a thousand others have precedence. Even in your Dominion, there are a thousand others who can outstrip that rank on their own.
 
Take heed, take memory, and claim your birthright.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
I think I'm gonna be sick.
 
Okay, make light of the situation? I'm gonna give my brain time to cool before cracking jokes. Make certain you didn't break anything in your sleep? ... Mostly check. Pity, I really liked that pillow. Did I scare someone right now? ... No, sounds like Rover is still drunk. Good. Then there is time for a Panic snack.
 
...
 
Alright. Now I can finish freaking out. No screaming in the pillow though, that's how I lost the last one. Didn't even know I _could_ burn through them. Not important right now. Finish freaking out. Granted, if I'm rambling about my lost pillows, am I even still really freaking out? Probably not. Maybe though. Maybe it's like the adrenaline of if you're shot. You just focus on other stuff for a bit. Shock! That's the word for it. Shock. Either that or I'm just getting used to this state of manic panic.
 
Hopefully it's shock.
 
Focus. Now... What was that?