Our story is always coiled in anger and fear. Whatever it is that you think you may know of us, you don’t know our whole truth. You don’t know the evil that lay in the darkness waiting to steal our victory.  But that has not always been our purpose. To be killers; winged creatures of the night. Hateful selfish, gold-hoarding serpents bellowing hot gases and fire on all our enemies. 
That was not who we were created to be.