Nightdragon Mountain and the surrounding area used to be called Glen-Faliene. The village (Faliene) at the center of this area was one of peace. A place where creatures of all sorts could meet, trade and live. The centaurs of the nearby plains and forests had a special connection with the humans that lived in the town and the elves that lived in the forest - both were ancestors, cousins and friends.

Then the NightDragon came.

Dark as night with eyes that glowed as though they were portals to the flames of Hell itself, the dragon leashed his vengence upon the village, fields and trees - anything that could and would burn. The only crime the villagers and those around it had commited was to be alive. Once the area was burning, the NightDragon tore into the highest mountain and made his cave, his nest, his horde.

For the next ten years he terrorized any that dare step into the light of day, and sometimes those that would sneak into the night. The next hundred years, the NightDragon grew erratic in his attacks, allowing bushes to grow and sapligs to root before he destroyed any hope of life again.

Then came the first big slumber.

Life slowly crept back onto the plains as the dragon slept. But the elves who had been so dependant on trees had moved on, or some had even moved underground. The humans, unlike the elves and centarus with their long lives, only knew the terror of the NightDragon so it took them longer to return to the plains from the caves they had taken cover in for generations.

The small band of centaurs that remained took pity on the humans and helped them reclaim the ground for food and water. As the Nightdragon slept, the land thrived.

Then, after a couple of human generations, he awoke again.

Generations of Elves and Centaurs have passed since the dragon first arrived in Glen-Faliene. Living life while the dragon sleeps and living in fear when he wakens. The signs have come that the dragon will awaken again soon.

The only hope lies in the words of an old, mad blind woman who said:

"A Centaur foal
will be born to you
he'll celebrate life
with golden hooves.

Hoves that sparkle
Eyes that shine
showing inside
he's part divine

He'll muster his courage
and take no flack
until his sword's
in the nightdragon's back.

He'll be the hero
for all he sees
the savior of all
in Glen-Faliene"

Cati was born into the small centaur herd - each member of it is somehow related to her - parents, siblings, uncles, aunts - there was none for her heart to love. So it was known that she would venture from her loving home when her time came. And when it did, she left home promising her parents only one thing: She would marry only a centaur. No other race would be good enough for her.