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In this era, Dragons that live in the ends of the earth, invade the cities and towns of human dwellings, consuming every shred of life form, exhaling fire, pouring dark fumes from their body and hauling humans up in their talons till blood was the sole remains.

But unbeknownst to man, there are far greater secrets buried deep beneath the carnivorous and menacing exterior of these Bestial Forages.

Imogen, a young damsel from the Kingdom of Tristendyre, had always lived a blyth and peaceful life as the sole apprentice of the Royal Physician at the Imperial Castle, destined to inherit the mantle.

However, the Destinies have other courses decided for her life to take: in a story of discovering her true Past and the calling predestined for her Future: a Warrior chosen by an ancient Prophecy to fight the Dragons.

Not only is her present life stolen from her, but in this journey, Imogen brushes shoulders with the treachery of Governments, Fugitivity, love and Death. There are also other warriors born in her time, elected by divine Fate to war against the Dragons that breathe threats to the survival of mankind.

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It was a fair evening in the Kingdom of Tristendyre and the people were about their lives.

Just as one would admire the skies of eventide, there was a sudden shot of torrid fire that pierced its way across the heavens. Clouds scampered to make way. The whole scene was rending to favour the advent of large, menacing Rengaulian Dragons.

The flames they had breathed began feverishly consuming the contents of the cities, while people fled for their lives.
The chaos was unbearable, screams and fright making a mastery of the airs. One of the large beasts rested his perch on the Crown of St. Erdengaur that was the heart of the Kingdom. He roared till even the stars and planets abroad could have heard his battle cry.

Tristendyre was in great disarray whilst the savages did slither around the cities and draw out various humans in their talons, consuming them.

Various people wilted in the fires while others were intoxicated by the fumes that were expelled from beneath the scales of some dragons.

But the Chief Dragon that led the brutal massacre was oddly most fervent in hauling the peak, as though it was unearthing the land thereof for mining treasures. 

Whilst terror and Death did spread their mantles over the Kingdom, a single throbbing eye could look up into the heavens, through the fire and debris, and see the moon veil her face in blue.

Every soul was torn between saving their loved ones or their own breath; status, hatred, love, none of them bore the worth of even a wasted candle at the face of such dire situation of looming Death. Many voices were bloodcurdling screams of pain and fear.

Just then, there was a mighty and blaring sound of a Dragon’s bellow erupting and the grounds of St. Erdengaur was spilt, making way for the rise of the most frightful and treacherous looking Beast one had seen in all their lives.
The Dragon that had been tilling the Summit of St. Erdengaur had descended to the bowels of the earth and had transformed into a more hellish version of its erstwhile figure.

The very omen of Death being its face, talons and wings and lava and scales; if the darkest and most murderous night of the Earth’s centuries could bear the shape of a body, it would be that very Creature that spread his roguish self across a large part of the humbled Kingdom.

And at that sight, there was absolute hopelessness for man-kind’s survival

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Will the warriors of men survive the claws of their governments that they are victims to and finally break free to face the Dragons in mutiny?

Will they find the various dark secrets of the Dragons’ legacy and Origin and win against the beasts to save their kind?

Join Imogen and her friends as they journey through the wild story to unravel the mystery of the Dragons

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The Chronicles of Imogen and the Dragons

Farthest, in the ends of terrain was the Land of Rengaulia, where the Earth was in the ascending and igneous construct of diabolic, wrathfully tempestuous, exotic and smouldering volcanoes that bled molten lava at periods of raving eruptions.


Across the plains, the mortals of those lost in the first War between Man and Dragon were littered, lifeless but with histories that were as alive as the vivid stars of nightly heavens, which burnt their bodies in death to bring forth supernovae or black portals.


Deep in the heart of the earthen and difficult, blazing fissures of mountain, there seemed to be coals and rivers of blistering fire, restlessly seething even at the hours of night when the terrible and cosmic Salamanders that resided there were sound in the enticing abyss of slumber.


Among the dark and scaly rocks that an unperceiving and sweeping gaze would count to be no more than cinders and brimstone, one of the blood shot and ruby eyes of the Dragon opened.


Queen of the bestial reptiles, Jezebel had been roused in those hours of darkness, for a searing pain that shot up the edge of her jaw. She appeared to be missing a canine wherefrom the excruciation had been born.


Flashes of the end of the first mutiny, where a few of the prophesied warriors of Man's race had appeared in the battle field of Wroshmania to strive against the Dragons, appeared in her mind: a human virago, named Jael that was a destined 'Rook', clung against her fang, drunk of the poison that Jezebel had intoxicated her with, yet struggling for grip to fight.


That was when her comrade, a melanin-clad man by name Ehud, bearing the poise of a chess war's Bishop had struck an eye of hers to blindness. When Dragon Jezebel had winced and turned her attack on the dark skinned warrior, releasing the lady that had claimed her tusk, the she-beast had managed to massacre his strengths and wage victory.


But as that final soldier of the First War had perished, his last words had never left its residence from the most eminent chambers of her mind:


"Mark these tidings as prophecy, roguish Jezebel: thine end shall be in the hands of a Bishop as me, a Jehu."


Although the first war had ended a decade of decades ago, even at present hour, these words managed to kindle the ire of her very blood. In her indignation from the nostalgic memories and the present pain of her jaw, the Queen of Dragons rose from the ashes and brimstone and roared, for her pride could not bear the warning of such terrible and coming demise.


The other Dragons that were beside her were aroused, scaly serpentine beasts slithering up and clawing their talons against the sharp stones of the volcanic body, where there was seething and bubbling lava boiling about them.


These basilisks rose to the sound of her aggravated cry and inclined heed to her summons. Growls and calls from Jezebel, in the language of the beasts, were her command to the fiery salamanders that two must fly west into the dwellings of the humans and forage till they could bring back a specific talisman in the shape of a sceptre that was in the possession of man's race.


It was a charge that she had behested of them each time the throbbing pain from the absence of fang began rising in her jaw, for the agony was spited by humans who had roused a call, challenging the dragons.


Prologue