The Ancients

Written by Eternal8139, competing in DragonSiren22's Fanfiction Contest. It is part of the Dragonic Park/World AU.

This book focuses on the events in the life of Flare Gun, an immortal animus who has been watching over all of Dragonkind for hundreds upon thousands of years after her creation during the events of the San Diego Incident.

Prologue
Dragons are born and taught they are superior. Better than scavengers. Smarter. More useful in every single way. They aren't, now they're stupid, vain little weaklings that turn to crime instead of nobility. They're on the razor's edge of draconity and savagery. That's why I'm here to teach you the true events of the past five-thousand years. I'm here to teach you what actually happened. Because I am Flare Gun, I am an Ancient.

It all started in the damp, grimy tunnel holes under what the humans called San Diego. Oh wait, should I start even earlier?

It all actually started when a human man named John Hammond had an idea: he was always interested in the surreal and mystical creatures of the human's dreams. He had tried to find ghosts, something called a Wendigo, and many, many other things. When his long years of searching came to no avail, he decided he had only one choice left: make the monsters. Or should I say, dragons?

He already had a company dedicated to genetic research: InGen. By replicating the genetic codes of various animals, and a bug that could literally spit boiling freakin' water, he had finally done it. He had a dragon. Soon everyone knew of the great John Hammond and how he had created dragons. The ultra-rich would go on tours through his mansion to see the skeleton, and he was content with his life. Until one day.

That day John Hammond thought of places like Alton Towers, Disneyland or Universal Studios. Zoos, housing animals, specifically. He wanted more, he wanted to make his own zoo. Not just a regular one, a one with Dragons.

Fast forward a few years and you got this kid who goes to the park yada yada yada, dragons break out chaos happens and everyone flies away. The end.

You thought.

After the dragons all fly away and the story supposedly ends with them being captured, something else happened. In the damp, grimy tunnels under what the Humans called San Diego.

They made dragons that could... do things. Not just your regular fire-breath or frostbreath. They made mind-reading and foresight for the NightWings born under a certain moon phase, which they called the Star Dragons. They made firescales for random SkyWings. They made leafspeak, carried on by genetics for all LeafWings. Epigenetics? Maybe. And then, then they made the Animus.

The Animus could do absolutely anything. They were the most dangerous. We were the most dangerous.

We are the Ancients.

The San Diego incident was where it started it all.

Where it started me.

Chapter One
Work In Progress