It's well understood that Eastern dragons are benevolent creatures who value peace and harmony above all else. Unfortunately not every dragon is powerful enough to help guide the planet toward this goal, as was the case with our little fellow here. Dragons do not typically have names, but let's give him the moniker 'Vulo'.

Vulo lived in the vicinity of two warring villages. The villages would otherwise be quite prosperous and influential, save for the fact they had been warring with one another for decades, centuries, millennium...Since time immemorial. The populations fought and died, and were unable to grow.

Vulo begged the gods to fix the situation, to bring peace to the world and to allow the cities to grow.

"Only through your growth will the cities grow and peace be obtained." The gods answered. "We shall gift you an endless bounty of food to help with your growth, but it is up to you to take matters into your own hands." The gods were curious about what Vulo would do. The first morsel appeared in his cave as the gods sat back to watch.

Vulo did his best to grow. Struggling at first, he soon found the endless feast easier and easier to stomach until he found joy in the consumption. He ate and ate and grew, yet the villages did not seem to get any more peaceful. Even though he noticed a marked increase in his size, harmony still appeared just as distant.

"I just need to eat more...Faster...Push myself."

As he grew, his length also increased at a rate that almost matched his burgeoning girth.

Almost, but not quite.

More and more, faster and faster, bite after bite after bite after bite. Vulo ate so quickly that eventually even the gods found it difficult to keep up, and had to enlist the help from other pantheons to help provide food. Meanwhile Vulo found that even though he was growing at an incredible rate, even though he was beginning to outgrow his cave, even though he spent every waking moment doing his best to gain for the sake of peace, he found his efforts weren't making a dent in the local warring villages.

Must eat more...Must eat more...Grow...Grow...Swell...Huggggeee....

After countless days of gorging, Vulo broke himself from his obsessed trance and actually studied the subjects of his obsession, he saw nothing but war. Still, after all this time! Where once he had been smaller than a village cat, he now towered large above the villages and his breadth spread far beyond their fields. From here everything seemed much more peaceful. All conflicts and hate seemed so small and petty. Every issue was miniscule compared to his titanic proportions.

Maybe that's what the gods meant. Maybe they gave him to opportunity to grow so vast to see that there really was peace; it just required being on a much larger scale to see.

...And the villagers? Well, endless war seems kind of silly when you're worried about the country-sized dragon looming over your cities.