Prologue:
Book: 1 A New Flame
Prophcey:
In shadows cast by fractured kin,
Two flames shall rise where silence's
been
Born of bond though torn apart,
Fifteen suns will mend the heart.
The silent roar shall blind the night,
Deafening the Queen's false might.
The assassin's shadow, cold and
deep,
Shall falter where the dragons sleep.
When fire's twin and silence meet,
Falsehood falls beneath their feet.
The throne unclaimed by rightful
claim,
Twin blood and flame shall seal their
name.
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Surrounded by mountain, tucked away inside, hidden from normal eyes is a scautary. Brimming with Guardians of Dragons who ride them to protect not just Ashvale but the world from another chaos mixing truths with lies.
In the office where scrolls are laid on a dark wooden desk. Two young adults burst through the doors.
"Dad, we can't find the baby twins." Says the youngest, voice partly panic and frantic, a girl at the age of 18.
"We have search everywhere inside the scantaury expect the archives." Her brother speaks unable to hide the slight worry in his voice.
Their father rises his head to fully look at them. "Maybe, they have found someone to bond with outside the sanctuary." Turning his gaze to the window. "It's been known to happen in the past. But know it's rare for a dragon to bond with someone outside the scantaury."