Prologue

Year 1759 - The Cold War

"Captain." his voice roared through the crowd of people running in every direction trying to escape the masacre.

"Captain!" he screamed louder hoping that the captain will find a way to stop this.

His eyes were roaming all over the place in search for the Captain, his beloved father.

He began to think that he didn't make it, but moments later he felt a hand on his shoulder.

"Captain!" he screamed again crying tears of joy. "I thought I have lost you." the young man said with sadness in his voice.

"You almost had, but fifty-four years in this world made me stronger than I look." his old man reassured him.

"What's happening? What on Earth brought this chaos to our village? The sea of dead people is lingering in front of our eyes. What could have done such things?"

His father didn't know how to tell his son. It hurted too much to acknowledge the true motives these creatures have to ruin everything they can, with their heavy and fire hot breaths, with their big and sharp wings.

"Father! Tell me!" he demanded. His father knew it was about time for things to change. He felt the change in his son's voice, in the way his son talked. He saw it. He must tell him. He can't take this secret to the grave.

"Marcus. My son! I am a terrile person and I've done a lot of bad in my trying to make everything right! And I am sorry for what I've done to you, and never told a soul!" his father's voice sounded full of regrets.

He, Marcus, didn't understand what his father was talking about.

"Father, Captain, what are you saying?"

Everything looked like Hell, maybe a little better. Even if it was raining with the water of the Gods, the fire caused by these monsters was still spreading around like a plague.

"My child, they are looking for us! For you, given that I don't have much to live! You are the one they are looking for. I've done this to you, and I can't tell how much I curse the day I went for their help! But at the same time, I don't curse it at all, because they are the reason I have you! My beloved legacy, my beloved son!"

Marcus could not figure out what was the meaning of the words coming out of his father's mouth. His ears didn't want to hear, yet his mind wanted to know.

"What are those creatures?" He was now currently running and praying for his and his father's life. They were trying to find a place to hide, but it seems like no one can escape the fate.

"Just promise me you won't let their twisted minds change you. You should always be you and no one else, and you shall seek a way to make everything better again. You are our only hope! Don't let them change you! Don't let them!" These were his father's last words, before he collapsed to the ground, when a piece of wood went straight through his heart.

His mind still a blur, his body feeling more rigid than ever, his words still stuck in his mouth, he only understood that he is the only one who can stop them. If he was the sacrifice he had to make for people to live, he would do it without questions.

And so he did, and so his life changed. He made history. He changed it. He lived among those creatures, trying to understand them, and then to strike them with their own weapons. He made history...

In our days

The year 2017 could bring unimaginable things. A repeated history, with repeated scenarios, but a bigger number of deaths.

258 years of peace, yet the war knocks at the door once again.

You didn't understand much, but what's a story with straight, full answers from the beginning? There will be no satisfaction, no mistery, no action. Still, how I assume you are curious, I could explain a few things, to settle down the urge to stop reading a confusing story.

Back in the old days, like really, really old, dinosaurs old (specifically), the things were way different than now. I'm not talking only about the evolution of the 'God-rising' techology, I am talking about old genes. Even if everyone thinks that legends are legends, and myths are myths, each one of them has to have a piece of truth.

I am going to try and be quick. Ever heard of Merlin? I hope so, because this is my starting point. More specifically, his best friends, the dragons. In those days, dragons were said to be very wise, and loyal and pure. They were amazing creatures, but the human race was cold hearted, with no compassion. So those pure creatures were mistreated and tortured. They were said to be dangerous and that they hold the fire of Hell in their breaths. Those who were trying to play the hero, and escape the world from these 'abominations', were actually full of fear. And hatred for everything beautiful. And I hope they got what they deserved.

All this being said, even though the dragons were a peaceful species, when feeling that their lives were threatened, they fought back.

At first, it was a war between sacred creatures and monstrous humans, a war that everyone thought to be everlasting.

But what no one knew back then, was that they could never erase them. You can't erase something beautiful, something pure and life-giving. Because what's beautiful and true and right, could not be erased. They were life itself, and no one understood. Humans treated them like a plague, when in fact, they were the wonder everyone needed.

When in fight, people thought they've won. But the miraculous creatures could not be defeated. Even if the body will fade away, their souls and wisdom will always linger next to the souls of men.

Some discovered that if even by accident, you were scratched or bitten, their special genes were combined with your own, with your blood, with your cells, with your everything and a new species will rise, more powerful and more just. Just like werewolves or vampires, but with another traits. Traits that throughout the passing of time, will become part of one's DNA, the genes being passed on from mother to child later on.

As the time had passed, the genes started to spread all around the places.

A lot of innocent people lost their life because of the fearful and weak man.

The species was hunted and murdered in cold blood. Women and children were slaughtered because of closed minds. But the species survived. Even 'till our times. This species is named Dracofaes. Some people refers to them as Dracotirens, but I find that name unsuitable. Humans perceive this as a combination of dragons with tyrans, which is kind of absurd. The name has changed over the time. They were once known as Ignis Fabula, or Flamme Fabula which means a Fairytale Flame, but now, they are called Dracofaes, a name associated with fairies, white souls and magic.

They are still a hidden race. A hidden race that is described as monsters by some, and Angels of Fire by others. A bond between humans and dragons. A hybrid if you would like to say.

These genes were something special. Something happened along their journey. Something I can't say precisely. Something you'll have to find out on your own.