Uvaria Empire. Powerful and ruled by Narnia, the queen. She is a powerful Western dragon. She adored magic, a lot of people in her kingdom had it, but some didn't. Why? No one knows, all they know, is that no magic means you are worthless.

The people of her Empire live only within the walls. The other outside lands are kept far away from the Empire, the walls of the mountain are too high for any human to climb.

It was 'perfect' at least, that's what people thought, for hundreds of years, people were fine being closed off from the world, fine being ruled by their queen alone.

That is, till today. A thief ran in the streets, guards shouting behind. This thief was known as Isabella Scone. As she ran, she shoved past people and knocked things over.

The guards shouted, aiming their guns and bows.

She took a sharp turn and dashed into the Empire's library. Slamming the door shut as the guards foolishly ran past.

Then, a voice, a man stood before them, and so did another. One looked fancy, well dressed with a monocle in his eye and a suit.

The other man looked ruff, like he was covered in soot and had a simple outfit of thick boots and leather, like a blacksmith with goggles.

Malory: "Oh my goodness!"

Orlando: "Oh, some... random girl...?"

Isabella: "Oh, shit-"

She turned to open the door but a hand stopped her. A woman, who appeared to not be human, but some sort of humanoid dragon.

Rosamund: "Greetings, little girl..."

Isabella: "Fuck. Who are you all? Let me out, you weirdos!"

She pulled back, clutching her bag of stolen goods, ready to fight if she needed, she didn't seem younger then some of them. Another man stood before them other two, he was taller and a little hairy with a name tag that said "Lancelot."

Lancelot: "She looks young..."