In the old days, the hero would walk out across the frontier and into the forbidden zone, to speak to the dragon. To find out.
Not to dismiss the dragon or try to kill the dragon.
But to ask what the dragon meant by what he did and said.
Free from judgement.
Only to listen, not to preach.
Of course the hero was often killed for trying to listen to the dragon.
No one else had listened to the dragon before, so do you blame the dragon?
But sometimes, the hero would make it out of the forbidden zone, back home.
Where he would tell his own kind what the dragon meant, how he felt and why he was doing it.
And his own kind would kill him for telling them.
So there are no more hero's anymore.
And the dragon remains, alone.
