The war in her life was over, nothing could harm anything around her ever again. She was the youngest and most wise of all the dragons. That's why she had the biggest heart and was the greatest protector while also being the most protected. She had one final story to live out her days on earth. She was born to protect the pure of heart, she was given a soul by the gods. It had been given to her by the sky gods, the clouds, because the air was finally clean, no more bloodshed flowed in the water.

The birds were now a sign of prosperity, and no evil omens would ever come back her way. She was no longer hungry, and she was no longer wounded. Everyone loved her, they always had, because she was the youngest, most beautiful, most inspirational creature in all of existence. She was protecting the dreams of her love, her best friend, and she had to fight off hell so that his dreams could finally come true in their entirety. She had swallowed enough pain and died enough times for everyone, her self sacrifice never ended until today.

The cool thing about being a dragon, is that when you leave to fight the war, the story writer never even realizes how bloody and chaotic the war actually was. Dragons are fierce protectors of innocence, and they never bite or kill anything so pure, they kill only to let the story teller write in peace. She was free from her chains, free from having to eat pain, free from her burden of having to use universal knowledge all at once always. She still knew everything she needed to know, still could get things done and be fierce if needed, but it was more important to her that the universe had bestowed such a lovely soul within her so she could now be immortal.

She knew the future, and was excited to see what her friend would come up with in their storybook. Now that all the demons had been written out and the fear had disappeared, there was nothing but love to guide all their actions. She was ready to lick her friends face and give him back all their memories, turning past pain and terror into honey and flowers. They would live forever because dreams never die. Tomorrow all the dragons would take her to where she needed to be. Everyone was grateful that the war was over, and that there would no longer exist any pain or death. This was the biggest gift the gods could give to any living creature. This was the gift of love, and she finally got some rest. The gods could now breathe again, the youngest dragon had succeeded forever. She became pure gold pumping clean red blood as another protector of light was gloriously born. She had earned it, completely. Love kissed everyone hard on the mouth and gave them all sweet dreams. The story was finally over.