I heard of a legend.
In it, one of the very first dragon eggs was stolen by an evil race of vile creatures who despised the new life springing up on the newborn earth. Unable to fight back, they crawled deep into the bowels of the earth, crooning lullabies of hatred & malice to the egg, feeding the growing child energy of hate & darkness. It hatched into a vile wyrm, deformed beyond imagination, yet utterly beautiful in all it's evil glory.
It wrapped it's serpentine body around the very core of the earth, safe from any attempts of destruction by holding all life hostage, slowly growing in age & power until it can at last face it's pure brethren in a war to the death. Which will ultimately end the world as we know it, to be recreated by the victors. Either into utopia, finally free of all evil influences, or hell, devoid of all goodness.
As I said, I only heard this story from a friend, no idea if it's true, or pure fiction.
