Intermezzo IV
This too was a moment between two ages, a gasp in history when the world didn’t know what to do next.
When the dragon lord, Old Dark, fell at the hands of Fenroot, dragons around the world fought each other to seize power. Now one thousand years later, they were fighting again, a harken back to the tribal times when blood ran in the streets and seemingly eternal fires filled the skies.
This was the end of the Dawn Age. Would the world quickly forget the thousand years of prosperity before it?
Magic Hope City, the “rose petal of the western continent” was at stake, a population of millions fighting for their lives, at the mercy of two dragons warring over a thousand-year betrayal.
What a strange turn for a world that began as an egg—and the burnt out husk of a dead dragon
