I pick a random book of the shelf. It’s called: How to Train Your Dragon. I scoff, if only, Dragons can’t be trained. This book is definitely from Before. Before we knew of Dragons, before the war that forced humans into hiding. Back when all we could do is speculate. Now, we’re little more than snacks to them. Though there are exceptions, very few Dragons have relented to human care. All of them old or permanently injured. We caretakers are called Dragon Keepers, or mostly just Keepers. The Elders gave us all designated numbers, mine is 7, my best friend Kitra’s is 12. Most people just call us by our numbers, supposedly it’s simpler for the Elders.