Bishel dragons come from The Bishen Realm.

When David left the monastary, armed only with the half-finished copy of Many Years From the Sun, he was ill-prepared for the ways of the real world, not to mention actual combat with any of the undead. Only by scraping by, just barely, could he ever get along. As he grew and learned from his mistakes, spending much of his time licking his wounds and getting stronger, insisting that someone must be able to destroy the scourge of undead that walked his world, he began to realize there was no way he could do this alone.

Even as he was realizing this, the mayor of a town gifted him with a dragon egg for destroying the vampires that had been feeding off their citizens. It was supposed to be an egg for the upcoming festival of thanksgiving, but what greater thanks had they than to be alive. As such, they gave it to him, telling David to care for it well and it would return the favor in time.

Indeed, the dragon that hatched from the egg was beyond anything David had been expecting. Nothing in Many Years had any information on dragons, and yet here one was. Well. He had been told to care for it, and so he would.

He named the dragon Goliath, because over the years, he had developed a sense of humor about life. So, David and Goliath began working together, training together, keeping each other safe and happy. They teamed up, from time to time in their travels, with other Hunters, those who had begun killing the undead when they heard the tales of one young man with no town, with no past, who had begun to stand against them.

Goliath grew, and the two of them worked together closely for many months. They were deep, deep friends, travelling, living, working together. They were of the same heart, the same mind, Goliath always just a little louder, a little less amused, but still, never faltering from his place at David's side.

Until they sought out the caskets of a clan of vampires an hour before sunset, only to be surprised by the lich the vampires were working with. They fought well, David distracting the lich with various enchanted items from a witch they had met along the way, and Goliath taking care of the vampires in the caskets. But even as the last of the vampires ashed, David was grievously injured. Goliath rushed to stop the final attack, but he was too late.

David was dead, and the lich turned to Goliath, venting his wrath on the dragon, who could only escape back up the way they had come from. Goliath took the sidetrip, looking for the lich's phylactery, because he doubted he could gain access to its lair again any time soon.

Even as he found it, the lich discovered him. The battle that followed was utterly one-sided, Goliath letting the lich pound into him as he hurried for its phylactery. There was little else he could do, after all. Battered, bleeding, broken-hearted, he destroyed its phylactery, and slept til morning.

When he discovered he was still not dead, he staggered down to the basement, where David's corpse still lay. Using his heated talons, he severed his bondmate's head from his body and tore open his chest, ensuring as well as he could that it would never rise again.

He left, the shock of the loss of his bondmate too much for him to bear, and he staggered out onto the road. He walked for miles, trying not to think about the pain in his body or his heart.

He awoke sometime later, being cared for by a pleasant young woman at a temple. The woman also had a bondmate, a younge ice shard who was schooling herself as a paladin in the fight against the darkness of the world. Upon hearing of his life at David's side, she chose to abandon the safety of the temple, taking their meeting as a sign from on high. Together, they met a third, and they have been cutting a swath through the undead that would stand before them.

And he will never forget David. Even now, he keeps his bondmate's memory in his heart. And he will not give up, because to do so would be to dishonor David's memory.

And memory is all Goliath has left of him.