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Decades ago, a fierce battle drenched the plains of beautiful Edron with blood in the fight against the last three dragons in the land. The dragons, sensing their inescapable demise, gave up their remaining strength to transfer it to three human families, three lineages meant to carry it through generations.

Now, after long years of peace, the magic left behind by the Last Dragons begins to stir, sensing danger beginning to close around Edron like thickening mist. The young prince, soon to become an adult, begins to notice strange things happening around him. But why him, when his lineage was not one of those chosen by the dragons...?

Tales of a Dragonpath

My wish came true the next morning, and even though I felt the urge to use my pillow against Yanka for waking me up before dawn, I was really grateful after we already found ourselves outside.

The birds were greeting the sun that still lurked beneath the mountains with lazy chirping. The mist approached the forefields in a more dense mass than the previous day, and soon a delicate breeze picked up from the sea and started to dissipate it. And the view became even more gorgeous when the golden rays cascaded upon those structures, started to smoothly flow down them.

I had another brief conversation with the archpriest at breakfast, discussing the last details about the preparation plans we started making yesterday evening. Together with Yanka we drafted the message that was supposed to reach all possible places, carried by the emissaries.

Forgotten Dragon Palaces