They clashed. Their screams echoed over the world. With their cries of pain and anguish, animals died, men cried, and children covered their ears. Yet, one stepped forward to seal the dueling dragons away. The king of those long forgotten people sealed them in a pit, hoping their war would never be brought back to this world. But of course, man is curious, and soon they’d be released.
This time was different. The Red Dragon flew up high above its White counterpart, diving down at it with a ferocity unmatched by any man or animal. And so it was that the White Dragon was cast down. Those villagers looked to the Red Dragon as a God. They saw it as a symbol.
And it was there that the Will of Fire was born.
Through no cunning.
Nothing but bravery and will
And a ferocity matched only by that of Y Ddraig Goch himself
They formed their own land.
They knew victory and power.
So it would forever be that no man, nor woman nor child should ever give up.
No one would die on their knees!
All would live as equals, bound together by a Will of Fire.
They all knew that to give up would be to admit defeat.
And we’d rather die than surrender.
Our hearts are surrounded by the eternal flame of that great Red Dragon, and, with every beat, we feel those flames lick at our hearts.
And that keeps us moving on.