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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

<p>The first thing I saw when I woke up was a small book lying next to my pillow. There was a thin, velvet ribbon poking out from between the pages, serving as a marker. I took a long, lazy moment to wonder why it was there, why was it lying between mine and one other pillow that I didn't need, and why the delicate rays that the sun seeped into the room had a tint of blue instead of green. Eventually my stupid with sleep brain caught up and I realized where I was and how I got there. I smiled at Siaril's face, still peaceful and very much dead to the world. Not feeling like sleeping anymore, I carefully stood up, trying my best not to wake him.</p>

Chapter XL - A Path through the Darkening Mist