They stared at the red-headed woman seated behind that magnificent but sinister desk. Her uncommon beauty seemed out of place in this intimidatingly dark place. Although completely human, something about her was ethereal like the elves, but it was the wisdom and age in her eyes that intimidated the most.
"Should you then not be a dragon if you come from her?" Argana asked, as always curious and the eternal scientist.
"Only the original dragons, the great ones, had heart stones. Humans feared these creatures and hunted them. The dragons then found a way to entrust their essence and their magic into a human vessel, even so, humans killed most of them. Many wielders lost the heart stones over the millennia, but none were ever as powerful as the two guardians of the world, Arendon and Rohandor. The representatives of good and evil."
"So, technically, we have a dragon. She's just in twelve pieces?" Bailey asked.
"Yes, as you so crudely put it, young one."