Dragons of Gravotally Prologue

One Light year away from the planet Earth, or in our language, Khovel, lies a planet inside the Milky Way Galaxy full of life. This planet has fresh water, an abundance of plant life, and It's own sentient race. Of course, there's other planets out there who are flowing with life and intelligence, but Humans have turned them into their own facilities. Not all belong to them though, actually very few, but they are growing fast.
Our planet, with thirty-one moons orbiting it, is a very large planet indeed. It's name is Gravotally, its size is comparable to the Gas Giant Jupiter in the Human's home star system. Almost half our planets surface is water, a large portion of the water is shallows with many aquatic plants inhabiting it. These plants have turned the color of those areas a slight green, but it is harmless. It's just the color diffusing into the water.
Along with the large masses of plants comes many herbivores, But the predators keep all the Plant-eaters from killing all the organisms that keep all of us breathing. We are those predators. The great Draghenali. We are similar, almost Identical, to the Western Dragons on Planet Earth. Though they did not exist, we are a close second, possibly even better. The only two major things we lack is the fact we are not as tall as mountains as flattering as it is. We are around the height of the human measurement of thirteen feet at the shoulder when we reach maturity. The other major trait that we don't have is the want to kill everyone we see, instead we have are more civilized and are more honorable. We follow order and Justice, like many other intelligent beings do, but our methods are more traditional. Just because we don't kill without reason doesn't mean we don't become aggressive. We do have our territories, only shared by family and very close friends. Your territory  your rules, until things got out of hand and some regulation had to be put in, but we still have a lot of freedom in our territory. Our young, called Gradenali before they reach maturity, live with their parents until they believe they are ready to live on their own.
Other than talking about what we can't do, how about what we can? we have wings to fly with. We can breath fire, and we live for thousands of Earth years. We also have our unique powers, which are passed down from parent to hatchling.
But what keeps us from eating everything when there's plenty to gorge ourselves with? The other great predator, The Dakroren. These are Titanic Wyverns that prey apon us Draghenali. We fight back of course, but we don't ever fight them alone. They are, on average, three times our size when we reach our maturity, or as we call it, our Votam. If we are to fight one we group up into a swarm. but no matter what we try we always lose Draghenali in fights. If you are to find yourself faced with one alone, don't fly. They will catch up to you if they want to. Go to ground and run, you will have a better chance of escaping through the dense vegetation, or finding help. But with the Dakroren, there is no dominant species. And with that, creates a perfect ecosystem.
Our time measurement is different from human measurements. Our days are roughly three and one-half hours longer than human hours, and our years are fifty-two days longer. But times are different depending on the planet.
When Humans first landed on our planet, they were as awed as we were confused. They have never seen real-life dragons, and we have never seen anything of their sort before. But their landing opened us up from our, ancient lifestyle. We were not aggressive towards them, but they were cautious. Even though our races didn't quite understand each other, we became friends out of curiosity.
Language was the first issue. Understanding the other was to point at something and say what it was, and have the other repeat it. Though it was the best thing we could do, our mouths are formed differently, which caused some difficulty. But with enough practice we could say the words due to our facial flexibility. Humans on the other hand could only say a select few words. They don't have the flexibility or the facial structure to say anything in our language. With that barrier we had to learn the English language, one of the four remaining languages they had. Why did they need so many? couldn't they just stay with one? I guess maybe they evolved differently than us.
English was very complicated, from the talking, to reading, to writing. Whenever we would write we would do it in the ground with our claws, since paper would be too delicate for us. But only few wanted to learn, so they became translators. Eventually, all but the isolated Draghenali knew English.
They brought us technology, which was overwhelming for us at first. But we learned quickly, for our minds work faster, and we have our own understanding of things. We compare our methods with theirs to understand, it works better for us that way. We learned, some wanted to experiment, others wanted to leave it alone. But we all wanted to stay with caves and not the over complex houses. We wanted to stay with tradition, but dabble with what the humans had. Dabbling leads to a wanting to use it. Some fellow Draghenali, especially the ones closest to humans had electricity in their caves. Many didn't like it, but others were slowly joining them.
With the peace between the two species strong, and humans getting a good hold on the planet where they could sustain themselves, Dakroren started becoming less of a problem. Humans and Draghenali working together to protect against the greatest threat on the planer. We would lead the Dakroren to the Humans, who lay waiting with advanced weaponry and made it a simple task to defeat the foul beasts. We started losing less Draghenali to them. And as their number was shrinking, ours was growing larger. But that is when we realized we have made a terrible decision to let the humans stay.
Our ecosystem began to collapse. We were becoming too many in number. We began depleting the land of the creatures we feed on, then the vegetation became thicker. This caused the humans to use our resources more. This was not how we wanted it to go. Soon, Our species were dividing into two groups. One group wanted to make the humans go away. The other wanted to let the humans stay. There was a factor of who decided which side they wanted to be with, The ones who wanted human technology, who was at fewer number, wanted to let them stay. The ones who wanted them gone were not highly influenced by technology stayed on the side of making humans leave.
Tension between the two sides grew at a terrifying rate. The humans were even telling the side that was against them to stand down. They didn't back down. In fact, they took it as a threat, and the first attack was angry Draghenali in a city, telling them to leave the planet or die.
The humans responded by attacking the Draghenali. Five dragons went in. None came out. This started a war between the two sides. The war was bloody. Neither side giving up the fight, no mater how many deaths there were. The Draghenali would easily be able to kill Humans with their powers, but if it weren't for the other ones, the humans would be quickly dealt with.
The war lasted many years, but it had to end. Both sides were down to almost nothing. The Draghenali, suffering the worst, for it wasn't soldiers fighting like humans, but everyone. We went from over one Million Draghenali to only a few thousand. those who fought the humans chose to surrender. The war stopped. But the hostilities weren't over. Some still wanted to fight. They didn't do much before they were slain. It was a few hundred years later since then that we finally recovered.