The Dragon Princes are the eldest chivalry of the elven race, knights of Caledor whose dragon armour — forged in drakefire and quenched in mountain ice — sheds flame as a roof sheds rain. They ride with lance and ancient blade beneath banners older than the kingdoms of men, and their charge does not merely break an enemy line; it corrects it, as though the battlefield had been in error until Caledor arrived.
Their splendour is grief wearing its best clothes. In the age of their forefathers every prince was bonded to a dragon, and the skies above Caledor thundered with wings; now the great drakes sleep ever deeper beneath the mountains, waking rarely and for few. So the princes ride steeds caparisoned like the dragons they should have had, carry drake-crested helms as heirlooms, and comport themselves as though nothing whatever has changed. It is the high elf condition distilled: magnificent, undefeated, and quietly running out of time.
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