The Black Dragon looked utterly lost... Though he had grown up in Abeir, he barely knew anything about Bahamut or the Metallic Dragons.
That was Bahamut!
Was Abeir a paradise for evil dragons? Had it raised them into sweet, clueless fools?
Falan asked quietly, "Are they the enemies of their kind? Abeir doesn't seem to have any. Dragons are the strongest beings there... Some of the Primordials can deal with them, but there aren't many, and most prefer to live in seclusion."
"The Good Alignment rarely appears in Abeir, especially among those with faith," Hill replied with a smile. "Bahamut is the leader of the Metallic Dragons and their dragon god, just as the Chromatic Dragons have their own racial god, the Chromatic Dragon Queen.
"But the Gods of this universe never appear in Abeir or accept worshippers from there. I suppose these dragons have forgotten their enemies from tens of thousands of years ago.
"I wonder if they even remember Tiamat."
Hill went on to explain the differences between Metallic Dragons, Gem Dragons, and Chromatic Dragons to Falan... As he spoke, he noticed that both Black Dragons were listening too. They had even taken out some strange Dragonscale Books and were silently checking them against his words.
What had happened to their inherited memories?
Hill stared at the two dragons cramming at the last minute, almost speechless. Had they simply ignored those memories because they had gone so long without using them?
Just how lazy were these dragons? They could not even be bothered to remember something so important to their kind and had to look it up in books.
Hill had always thought the hatred between the two kinds of dragon could never fade... Apparently, it could. As long as they never saw each other, it became just