On the Cliffs of Rendar, overlooking the Fields of Borsen, the gods placed two eggs. One hatched and out came a man. Man lived many days, becoming accustomed to the cliffs. Then the second egg hatched and out came a dragon. Man, more curious than cautious, approached the great reptile. Even at birth, the dragon was man lengths longer than man, scaly flesh studded with protruding bones.
When man approached, the great beast growled. Yet man still approached as he was not familiar with the warning sign of revealed teeth. The dragon swallowed him whole. In three days, man passed through the dragon, and, mostly unharmed, was birthed again through dragon feces. With the scent of dragon on man, the dragon did not fear man.
The man befriended the dragon and rode it, flying over the Fields of Borsen for the first time, as before then man could not climb down the Cliffs of Rendar due to their height and sheer face.
This is the legend of man’s birth.
This is the legend of dragon’s birth.
This is the legend of the first Dragonnaire.
Historical note: Depending on the region depends upon the name of the man. In most myths of the poor there is no name. Valynt also has no name and claims it sacrilegious to assign him a name. When Telisent came out and claimed the first man was indeed female, this led to war with Valynt. No woman to this day has ever ridden a dragon, and as such there is no way, Valynt reasons, that the first dragonnaire was a woman.
Also of note, the dragon changes based upon the region. Valynt holds that it is the mother of all dragons, and therefore has all traits of the dragons we know today. Other regions prefer using their dragon of choice to pepper the myth. When Telisent went out of their way to claim the dragon was female, it started the Fourth War of Dogma and Valynt chiseled the cliff until the entire city-state plunged to the Fields of Borsen. Valynt justified they had to stop the heresy coming from the nation and their might was such that no other city-state or kingdom dared to question further.
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