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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 joined my friends and we hastily put some distance between us and the stronghold. We soon found Light, looking out for us impatiently from between the huge rocks.

"I was about to rush in there..." he said instead of a greeting. "What went wrong?"

"More or less everything..." Yasenka shifted closer, squeezing his hand reassuringly. "But this isn't a good moment for reports, Sharish might send ansirths after us. Let's get out of here."

As soon as the young mage evaporated, we shot up into the sky again and started heading for the Apries Lake. Every now and then we looked behind, but there was no flash of copper announcing a pursuit. After the third glance over my shoulder, I slowed down a little and eventually came to a standstill in midair, facing the west again.

"What's wrong?" Siaril stopped as well.

I didn't answer straight away. "Sharish said... that he will soon raze Shinestone to the ground..."

Chapter XLIII - I’m just the words, you are the Sound...