PROLOGUE
249 Words
Seven supernatural races once ruled the realm: Werewolves, DragonBorns, Vampires, Witches, Feys, Tinotaurs, and Zodoos.
For many centuries, the seven supernatural kingdoms lived in uneasy peace. There were no alliances and no battles, just a balance of power.
Until the DragonBorns got greedy.
Believing they were meant to rule everyone, they released fire across the realm. Lands burned. Families died. No one could stand against the strength shared between a DragonBorn and their dragon.
No one, until the Werewolves fought back.
While the other kingdoms cowered in fear, the wolves refused to bow, even as thousands of them burned. Hope was almost gone, until a lone werewolf-witch hybrid stepped forward.
Her name was Nali’yum.
She knelt on the battlefield, slit her own throat, and released a powerful curse that split the skies. Thunder roared and a storm began as she screamed:
“For six hundred years, no Golden Dragon will be born again! When one finally returns, it will be born alongside a Werewolf, one tied to both fire and fang. And the future of the DragonBorns will rest in the hands of this hybrid. Then I shall return.”
That same night, Alpha King Ajax slew the DragonBorn Sovereign king. The Golden Dragon linked to the Sovereign died too, ending the sacred fire of the DragonBorns.
Dragons could no longer spit fire.
Now, six hundred years later, The Werewolf Queen bore a son.
His name was Draekon.
And in his hand, was the long awaited Golden Dragon egg.
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