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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

I was woken up by pain in my left wing. I opened my eyes and saw Yanka, kneeling at my side. She was wrapping some fresh fabric around my neatly folded wing.

"Don't move yet, I'm almost done," she said.

I just nodded, still half-asleep, and looked around. I must have fallen asleep sitting, leaned against the rock. The warm border of sunlight falling into the cave was glistening on the hay just a little to my left. Further back, I saw Sril, talking to Arith... I turned my head away in anger. Even having eye contact with him made me feel bitter.

"Something wrong?" Yanka got concerned.

"No, nothing," I covered my irritation with a little smile.

"Well, I think that will do it for now," she bound the ends of the dressing into a solid knot and extended her hand to help me to my feet.

The Foolish Wiseman