“The dragon who built this palace for the Elders was Daeron the Builder. He lived in ancient times. Like super ancient times. My father says even his father could not remember a dragon who lived before it was raised.” Ember admired the fine stonework and wall sconces that lined the halls. Intricate patterns were cut into the polished stone, and some tongue Spike could not understand. Ember trailed her claw against them, mouthing words she did not share with him. “A dragon that could make things instead of destroying them. Can you imagine? Maybe dragons were once more like ponies than we believed?” 