Prologue
What I saw left me completely flummoxed. I did not see a Dragons Egg behind me. There was no pepple of prodigious proportions. There was........ nothing. Nothing I tell you, There was nothing behind me but the grass and stones. How was this possible? Was it so vast, so enormous that my feeble mind had difficulty processing it? Had my efforts created some quantum singularity? Was my creation now being worshipped as an idol in aother dimension? Where could it be?
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