This is far from proven, but is a tale shared among dragons where lesser beings cannot listen. They say that when the Author came, that human that meddled with the very destiny of the land, she was not ignorant of dragons. How could she be? She had to know they were there. She had to know they were a real threat to any of her creations.

They were there before her. They would be there beyond her. Was she truly a god? It barely mattered as far as they saw it. Her effect, they argue, was powerful enough that she may as well have been, even if she may have long ago perished. When she wove the fabric of the land and began to create creature after creature, she began to warp the very fabric of destiny itself.

The dragons were affected, they had to be. They were rooted in the very origin of the world itself, and with its warping, they were bent off their original path. Some say this is why dragons lost their signature colors. Why else would a blue drake belch fire and a purple one rain lightning? With her touch, they were primed, and their current condition is placed at her feet. A troublesome human, making change all too quickly.

Typical.