I drew this to a little short story I wrote. Well here is the little story: In the dead of the night there came a ary from the Forest of Dark. There in the midsts oa allthe fog lay a dragon,heart-broken. For moments before she flew after all the men that threatend her and her child and killed all that she could. Despite all her efforts she failed, for they had gotten her son. Not being able to fly, and to weak to walk from all the wounds she bore, she lay down and began to weep. There was nothing that she could do for today to chase afterthe ones who stole her child. When the sun rose, summoning the next day, she went down to the village to find her son murdered. She reared in outrage and with one mighty breath she drew, all the air she could, and let it out in a firey rage. She burned down the whole village with that firey breath. She then flew back to her home at the top of the mountian, to the place where she last saw her son alive playing with joy, and lay there crying until the end of time slowly turning into stone. The years past and still she lay, crying for her son. From her tears there was a river born, that is now known the 'Crying-Dragon River.' A flood occurs twice a year and lasts many days. They come on the days of her sons birthday and the day he was murdered. To this very day tears of sadness flow from her eyes.