Cortana lay in far flung parts of earth, where not much population existed.

Only few centuries

back people migrated here from Andulasia. Dotted with dense forests, highest mountains,
cascading waterfalls, gushing rivers, this place had everything Earth could offer. People had
settled in small groups which grew into larger settlements and then towns.

Everyone was happy until when one day, there came flying an army of dragons, people had
never heard of and seen earlier. These were strange horrible creatures having long
streamlined bodies. Long protruding faces, large round eyes, long tongue, sharp teeth, totally
carnivorous. On top of it these creatures could emanate fire from their mouth. Death danced
with deadliest of its moves in Cortana that day. Calmness of place was lost in Cacophony.
Only humans who could hide were saved. Houses were burnt, crops destroyed, ponds were
filled with bloody muddy water. Even plants cried and emanated strange sad smell. The
elderly had never seen destruction such scale as this ever before. Jubiliant, Calm and Satisfied
Cortanians now got a new meaning to live. How to save themselves and future generations
from this enemy?

Life is strange. If it is saved from destruction, It goes on and flowers more beautifully than its
earlier version. There is immense power in life. Mind is even more powerful. It can control
rivers, rain, clouds and everything around that envelopes it. So Cortanians rebounded back.

Soon they were ploughing their fields, singing their favourite rain songs, drinking their
favourite beer.