I'd agree about success in battle. It might be out of admiration, or it might be out of a desire to appease a conqueror, so that the conqueror might be merciful. But dragons aren't evil where I come from, nor are they necessarily good, and I only know of two in the world now. @STORMBORN can tell you more of them — she's their mother.
The old races were the Children of the Forest and maybe the Giants, in the Dawn Age. The Children were small and had magic, and the Old Gods were their gods, and while the Old Gods didn't have names or faces of their own, they were thought to be in every tree and rock and river. The Children carved faces in the weirwood trees so that their gods could watch them. The First Men were men who came up through the south from another part of the world, and it's said that they fought the Children for territory, until there was something else they had to fight and defeat together.
I can't speak to whether or not the Children were real. I've never seen them. But I've found cave drawings they must have made, and I've seen a giant. He spoke the Old Tongue, and he died fighting by my side to help me retake my home.
Lately, nearly everything I've always been told was only a legend has turned out to be all too real.
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The old races were the Children of the Forest and maybe the Giants, in the Dawn Age. The Children were small and had magic, and the Old Gods were their gods, and while the Old Gods didn't have names or faces of their own, they were thought to be in every tree and rock and river. The Children carved faces in the weirwood trees so that their gods could watch them. The First Men were men who came up through the south from another part of the world, and it's said that they fought the Children for territory, until there was something else they had to fight and defeat together.
I can't speak to whether or not the Children were real. I've never seen them. But I've found cave drawings they must have made, and I've seen a giant. He spoke the Old Tongue, and he died fighting by my side to help me retake my home.
Lately, nearly everything I've always been told was only a legend has turned out to be all too real.