The Twelfth Bio of Christmas

Icaria: a beautiful world filled with majestic creatures.

Dragons fly across the land, worshipped by the native Icarians. The dragons which call Icaria their home come in every color of the rainbow and more. Some are small enough to sit in a child's lap; some are so large that trees are felled as they pass. All are majestic; all are marvels of magic and nature. All are feared, worshipped, and admired. But no dragon is as regaled as the dragon of Pataqua.

Once upon a time, the people of Pataqua were without a dragon protector; for as long as the eldest of the elders could remember, it had been so. Those elders spoke of a legend from the time before: a prophecy that, when it was needed most, when Pataqua was besieged and helpless, the most beautiful sapphire dragon would sweep down from the heavens and bring an era of peace and harmony. Enemies would be dispersed, fields would be fertile, rain would be plentiful. The cruel dragons of the outlands would not dare threaten a Pataquan under the protection of the blue goddess.

It was night, during a violent thunderstorm, when the cult of the Nhah Scrih attacked Pataqua. Enemy warriors draped in white swarmed inside, chanting a terrifying mantra. Lightning struck, illuminating the cruel faces of the invaders. Just as all seemed lost, and the natives of Pataqua were about to be slain, lightning crashed again.

The Nhah Scirh were struck down one by one by a blinding fury from the heavens. As the final interloper crumbled to ash, the Pataquans saw a silhouette framed against the black sky.

The silhouette floated to the ground, and the Pataquans immediately fell to their knees and began to pray. A mighty blue dragon stood before them.

Pataqua's dragon had saved them. Quahon had arrived.