You know this story. Relatives are trying to cope with the death of the father of the family. The son goes to court to defend his inheritance. Another is tormented by what his father told him on his deathbed. One daughter falls under bad influence, the other sacrifices herself for the sake of her husband’s happiness. This is the world of politics and progress, church ministers and faithful servants, aristocrats and magnificent receptions. Only after death, grieving relatives devour the corpse of the late patriarch, and honored members of society, observing all formalities and rituals, must fulfill their duty: to eat the weaker offspring. All for the sake of the strength and prosperity of the family. No, in fact, you don’t know this story, because all the participants in this drama are not people. And the dragons.