Two-hundred years ago...

The fighting seemed to be endless.
Ghraem blasted a fireball at the artillery of other dragons. "Traitors." He hissed as some of them burned while the survivors flew away or helped take the injured.
   He glanced over and saw his lead general getting swarmed by huge griffins and hippogriffs. He was about to fly over and help him when a flaming goddess came into view.
   Her claws were fully out and she was wielding a sharp scythe. Fire engulfed her body, her pupils were gone and all that was left was her piecing emerald, godly, eyes.
   At that time only Ghraem was glaring at her, but as if she felt his gaze, she met his eyes. "GHRAEM. STOP THIS WAR NOW!" She demanded. Ghraem felt anger in almost every part of his body. "I SHOULD BE THE ONE THEY PRAISE! IT IS ONLY NATURAL THAT DRAGONS LEAD. LOOK AT WHAT YOU HAVE CREATED WITH YOUR SO-CALLED EQUALITY. THE PLANETS WERE MEANT TO BE RULED BY US, NOW GET READY FOR YOUR TRUE DEMISE IMMORTAL." He shouted as he flew at full speed toward the goddess.
   She was flying full speed and was letting out her war-cries just like Ghraem was, yet her cry didn't sound like Ghraem or anyone. She was roaring with the power of a lion and dignity of the tiger, while every other part of her cat-related ancestors cheered along.
    The two began to fight immediately after they got close. At every second, each seemed to get more powerful. Ghraem threw his large talons at her, she dodged and slashed into his ruby scales. He staggered in the air but continued to fight her. After a while, he managed to land a few slashes and gashes. She had scared him more than he could manage, he couldn't continue.
   She flew above the floating and tired dragon and punched him in his stomach. As she expected, he landed down onto the now scorching battlefield. The impact was so powerful that it sent a wave of air and dust at everyone on the battlefield. They all stopped battling, their attention was now towards them.
   Graham's son flew quickly over to his father while Graham transformed back to his humanoid form. "Father! You-! I-You can't die on me! Please..father just-just try to stay strong!" "Cassian, my son. I'd rather die than see our kind be treated without the respect that is due to the true leaders of this dammed world." Then with that, the last things Ghraem saw was his son crying over him and the goddess claiming her victory...

Four hours later
She watched from the rooftops as the warriors and civilians cheered and celebrated from below. Hera smiled, she had done her job, but now her time was up. She turned and faced the moon. "I'm ready" She whispered. She was ready to go back until her world would need her again. Just as it had happened hundred of times before, her body began to fade away and was blown away towards the moon...