The First Sentience

0 F.D

Leth Shagrengōn (Our Freedom)

My ancestors knew nothing

Not even themselves!

They are no smarter than Drelz

With all their nonsense muttering

But my generation

My sisters, cousins, and friends

We can see the beginning

Of a world with nations

The world will get better

Without those old beasts.

Well cleaner at the very least

As we say goodbye to our great-grandmothers.

Our time has come

We can finally think

So let's drink

And sing to the beat of a drum

But it's a strange feeling

To know how to know

To feel joy and woe

Such a strange feeling

First Nations

100 F.D -1,000 F.D

(No Title Recovered)

Our grandmothers were the first to speak

The first to feel

The first to seek

A meaningful existence

We gathered around those like us

Who spoke, felt, and thought.

But with changing climates, we fought

Our food ran out, the rivers ran dry

We had to band together or die

It wasn't bad at first.

Some of us raised livestock

Since there weren't many Threisen left to hunt

Others made tools

Others became priestesses

Life got harder, more rules, less freedom

But at least we were safer.

Great Frost

700 F.D -6,000 F.D

Gunyntes ka Heelt(Years of Ice)

The sky is grey

The air is cold

The rivers turn to ice

It's the Great Frost

We have no prey

The land is brown

The trees have all fallen

It's the Great Frost

Walls of ice march south

Walls of ice march north

Ice from the mountains

Ice from the heavens

It's the Great Frost

Many lives were lost

It's the Great Frost

The mammals are rising

Our kin are falling

Our nations return to dust

We are starving.

We are freezing,

But we'll remain.

It's the Great Frost

It's been two thousand years

Of ice and pain

Is this the end?

The sea is frozen.

The air is ice

Will this end?

Global Expansion

4,500-5,500 F.D

Cha jāth Sheinyet (To the Fields)

The land is scarred and bruised,

But life remains.

The land is new and strange,

But we remain.

Our Mother tested us and we passed.

This is a sign, a sign leading us to Her.

We must go throughout the world.

We are entitled to the world.

The other sentience is ours to command.

Savages, found up north,

Hunting furry beasts.

Our poor kin, feathered, clawed, and weak.

Oh how pitiful they are, abandoned

Rejected by our Mother.

She made them for us to rule,

So we may spread further.

The lands to the west, so very plentiful.

There is so much game to hunt.

Spread your wings, go travel.

The land is yours to exploit.

The eastern plains, a great grass sea,

For the young to play.

For the men to rear the young in peace.

For the women to work in contentment.

Go to the colonies, bring glory to the country.

Glory to the Matriarch.

Push out the warm-bloods

And reclaim our birthright.

Rise of Mammals

6,000-9,000 F.D

Thytōrrelk Ōlynthalyn (Mistakes Everywhere)

Look to the ground

Look to the sky

Look to the seas

Look all around

There are warm-bloods in the trees

There are warm-bloods in the skies

There are warm-bloods in our nests

There are warm bloods in the seas

Could we have stopped this?

Yes!

Should we have stopped this?

Yes!!

Can we stop this now?

No.

The warm-bloods eat our children.

We scorch their packs.

The warm-bloods attack our subjects.

We crush their skulls.

The Age of Reptiles,

Such a sweet memory,

But we must assert our claim on the world

The warm-bloods will stay beneath our feet

Can we go back in time?

No.

Will our kin come back?

No.

Are we the last great reptiles?

No.

Will we stop the warm-bloods' rise?

Yes!

Age of Innovation

6,500 -8,000 F.D

Kreña Whetein Tam (We will Rise)

"Dōthyn kylt naht jāth Untrethelk."

Those are the words of the Southerners.

"R̃ukāth, g̃oñatyn unta ōthelo ñei."

Those are the words of the Northerners.

"Akhasky, leksten eiya harrent."

Eastern words.

"A'ochein thrā'en e'ōrdra Yltha eina nō."

Western words.

Dragons from every land are similar

Each nation speaking in four tongues

Each nation translating, speaking, learning, creating

None, however, are being kinder.

They find better ways to raise livestock.

They find better ways to work us.

They find better tools to mine with.

They find more mines to work us.

They find new things that glow.

They find more time to work us.

There's new metals to work with,

So we work them.

There are new roads to build,

So we build them.

There's new medicine to use,

So we grow the herbs.

"Dōthyn kylt" or "R̃ukāth g̃oñatyn,"

"Akhasky leksten" or "A'ochein thrā'en"

Those are their words

We say "Goteim̃o harhajya"

"Death to the Dragons"

"Drakreña Whetein"

"May we rise."

The Sickness

7,000-10,000 F.D

Hoonyates Ātenlōn (Blossoms Blooming)

Blossoms blooming,

bubbles bursting

Raining, raining

We all are red.

Fires burning,

It all crackles

Snowing, snowing

We all are grey.

Mama went missing

Papa went missing

Crying, crying

We're all alone.

Blossoms blooming,

Bubbles bursting,

Leaking, leaking

We all lay down.

Little Frost

8,000-25,000

Rōjeth Heeltekt(Little Frost)

History repeats,

Pain repeats,

But this won't end in defeat.

Everyone gather around,

Yes, even the men.

Quickly, light a fire,

Before the snow gets any higher.

Children in the center,

Stay put, stay warm.

Men guard the young, keep the eggs off the ground.

Sisters, get the livestock.

Sacrifice a beast to Her.

May She protect us.

May we be blessed by Her,

Blessed to survive this cold.

"Will we make it?

Will She end it?"

Children please keep quiet.

Save your strength.

The priestess says it won't be as bad as before.

"What about them?

Won't they freeze?"

They are inferior,

Just like the warm-bloods.

Now children, stay strong.

Mother, why this brutal cold?

Why must the oceans freeze once more?

The First Great Matriarch

24,000 F.D

Halen jāth Yondreezelk lōt Enthrei'elk (Thank the Mother for Enthrei'elk)

Look at her! See her rise!

The girl-queen has ascended!

She brought death

To the Hastruka!

All of our people are united.

All of our kin, under one.

All of you, bow to her.

She is your conqueror.

She is your ruler.

May she reign for ten thousand years!

She is light bringer.

She will bring you enlightenment.

She is just. She is kind.

She is Isāthreiyon incarnate!

See her rise!

Bow your heads!

Praise your righteous ruler!

All hail Enthrei'elk!

All hail the Great Matriarch!

All hail the uniter of dragonkind!

May she reign for ten thousand years!

The Second Sentience Rise Up

27,000-30,000 F.D

Goteim̃o Harajyā (Death to the Dragons)

Goteim̃o Harajyā

Death to the Dragons

Kyeilena, oteheño

Rise up and fight

It has been too long since we were conquered

Our rights as a people, lost to the winds of time

Stolen by the dragons

Set fire to their nests

See the young ones hatching?

End them now!

See our old banners?

Raise them to the sky!

Do not fear the open air

Do not fear the grasslands

Do not fear the mountainous lands

Be brave and fight

Defend our culture!

Defend our honor!

Defend our women and children!

Defend our kind!

We will not be wiped out!

Go to the jungles

We may be the last of us

But if so

Take the dragons with us!

Goteim̃o Harajyā!

The Gift of Fire

40,000 F.D

Isāthreiyon

One night,

In a time long ago, in a land far away

Papa told me a story

Of a hatchling who breathed fire

She hatched from a big big egg

She was huge and was really really smart

She could do anything.

One day, she flew away

To a new land

And when she saw the warm-bloods

She set them all ablaze

The Mother said we needed to follow her

So we can learn stuff

And we were led to Isāthreiyon

She cleaned the world up with holy fire

She let us fly higher

She let us move farther

One day, Papa told me

That she came to see hatchling Grandpapa

She sung blessings over him

Letting our family breathe fire too.

Isāthreiyon, please visit me 

I want to learn cool stuff too

Tagelk, please let it happen

So I can tell my children a story too

Death of the Second Sentience

50,000 F.D

Harajyā Tyer̃uka (They are Terrors)

Goteim̃o Harajyā!

Death to the Dragons

Kyeilena, oteheño!

Rise up and fight

How foolish we were.

We thought we could make it.

We thought we could be free.

We thought we could reclaim our lost honor.

Broken dreams, foolish dreams.

"Will we be the last of us?"

No, we were.

Harajyā Tyer̃uka.

They are terrors.

They rain a fiery death upon us.

Guerilla warfare does nothing.

Large armies do nothing.

Sacrifices do nothing.

Begging does nothing.

We were slaves for millenia

How could we reclaim what was lost?

Whag̃o eiteña

It was too late

Rise for a final stand?

None will live to sing glory or praise.

Ōtyaga rheina ñaten.

The gods incarnate damned us.

One final scream into the night

A final push for glory

Punishment for our folly

Dragon Intellect Booms

60,000 F.D-90,000 F.D

Tōkundryn jāth Tagelk (Thank the Goddess)

Complexities, intricacies, and mysteries,

They all define the world.

Systems, webs, and interdependence

Such is the beauty of life.

How did we get here?

Is there something we must fear?

In research, we serve our Goddess,

Who heightened our intelligence.

The world revolves around our star

And around other stars, other worlds orbit.

With new scopes we can see so far.

With new tools we can test life's limits.

Stars burn, die, and are reborn.

Just like our Goddess said they would.

So we don't need to fear Her scorn

As we're growing as we should.

The rules of the universe,

Now an integral part of our minds.

How did life first start?

How did She begin it all?

What are all the rules She set in place?

And how close are we too her?

Thank the Mother for our gifts.

Worship Her by learning of the world.

Scientific Golden Age

91,000F.D-97,000F.D

Jāth Tagelk Jōznyathchān Den (The Goddess Wills It)

Our Goddess commands us to learn

That is what we did.

Our Goddess gifted us with higher intelligence.

And we used it.

Random superstitions our ancestors believed

Have been disproven

The mysteries of the world

Will be mysterious no more

Sick? Drink Zaktone,

It kills the little lifeforms

Bleeding out? Add water, salts, and iron

It recreates your blood, injects the life back in

Staring at the stars?

They are billions of years old, most with worlds of their own

Are we alone?

Look at our green sister planet.

Don't mix Thrachelk and E'ōdrik

You will make poison gas

Mix coal and iron

You will make a better metal

Look through the scope

To see far away or close up

Add the corpses of little life to other little life

It recreates the dead life

Nothing can stop progress

Since it's all for our Goddess

Soon we will reach Her

And live with Her forever

The Decline

98,900 F.D-1950 G.W

Dakylelk Thōrrelk unth Syuchyn (Hellfire and Death)

Society, just as tree, withers away

Back to the dust from once they came

Never to see another day

But someone must take the blame

Our science hasn't saved us.

Our Goddess can be very cruel.

We will no longer be prosperous.

Blame the two factions who had to duel

The two fought

Horrible weapons were unleashed

All the devastation they brought

And then our civilization ceased.

Will our people rise from the ashes?

How long will we hear the crashes?