No one really knows from who's mind the creatures sprang, even to this day. What scholars have managed to gather, however, is that the planetary alignment of our star system and several others were responsible in part. It was an event never seen before, and one that will likely not occur again for several long millennia. However it happened, the tenuous veil between reality and dream was broached, sending creatures of myth and fiction pouring forth into the world of Ceres.<br/><br/>In an uninhabited mountain reach, a sonic boom lit through the night air as twelve sleek forms soared from what could only be called a tear in the night sky. The coloration varied, but it seemed that there were two of each, and six of the twelve decidedly pregnant. For weeks they traveled by night alone, unsure of the dangers of being seen by what may inhabit the world they had come to be on. Eventually, an opening in the jagged earth was found.<br/><br/>Well hidden, and several thousand feet up, the opening to the cavern system was nigh impossible to get to and even harder to see. All twelve forms arrowed toward the opening, and quickly flitted inside. For nearly a decade, the creatures cleared out all manner of beasts from their new home. Carcasses were burnt to ash so as to leave no trace of anything that might harm the future generations that were still housed safely within female bodies.<br/><br/>Once the caverns were deemed safe, or as safe as they could have been, the building of nests began. Each pair gathered materials, then melted and burned them into shapes and sizes suiting their own needs. It wasn't long before the males were quite literally chased from the nesting areas, and the process of laying the eggs into nests began. Spheres of varying colors and sizes soon filled the small areas, only waiting for the perfect moment in which to awaken and hatch.<br/><br/>Female bodies curled protectively about the nesting sites, letting not even their mates in close. It took another decade before the first, single egg began to rock violently. Arrow-shaped heads swiveled up, watching with intense curiosity as tiny spider-webbing cracks appeared on the perfect golden surface. With a deep, body vibrating hum, the adults began to sing to the young ones still not awake.<br/><br/>The entire process of hatching took nearly seventy years, with only one little stillborn emerald in the clutch that went uncounted for. In one go, the species had grown exponentially, and was well on it's way to flourishing on it's new home.<br/><br/>The coming of the Dragon, had begun.