The Witches Dragonbond

War Dragon Prologue The night reeked of blood and burning wood. A small girl crouched beneath the shattered remains of a wagon, her small hands pressed against the dirt, trembling. The screams had faded now, leaving only the crackling of flames and the occasional clash of steel. The bandits had come without warning, sweeping through the village like a plague, leaving nothing but corpses and cinders in their wake. She should have run. Her mother had told her to. But her legs refused to move as she watched the horror unfold—the flickering torchlight casting grotesque shadows over lifeless bodies, the cries of those who had fought and failed. And then, the moment that shattered her world forever—her father’s body falling limp, her mother’s desperate scream before she, too, was silenced. Something inside her broke that night. She had been just a child then, weak and powerless. But not anymore. Years had passed since that night of fire and death, and the girl who had once cowered in the dark was gone. In her place stood a warrior cloaked in shadow, moving unseen through the forests and ruins where the remnants of war still festered. A vigilante, striking down those who preyed on the defenseless. But vengeance alone would not end the suffering that had consumed the land. The war raged on, and she knew that she could not fight it from the shadows forever. If she wanted to change the world, she would need to step into the light. And for that, she would need power. Power to bring kings and warlords to their knees. Power to carve her name into history. Power that only a dragon could grant. The time had come for Evelynn Nightstade to rise.