Draven Fireheart, The Dragon Sovereign
The air buzzed with a joyous cacophony.
Laughter mingled with the clinking of goblets and the rhythmic strumming of harps as I surveyed the grand hall of Nyxia. The Fireheart Castle pulsed with an otherworldly energy tonight. Banners emblazoned with the sigils of various dragon clans swayed gently in the air currents stirred by thousands of powerful wings. It was a celebration befitting the birth of new dragons – five hatchlings in total, three from my nephew, Ignis, and two sleek, obsidian-scaled beauties from my niece, Amara.
Tonight, I stood amidst the throng. My smile seemed to hold less warmth than the flames flickering in the ornate sconces lining the walls.
The hall was a kaleidoscope of colours. Dragons and dragonkin, their scales shimmer
