There was once a time when all dragons lived in harmony. It was an era of peace and mutual respect, a tale from ages past. Each dragon species coexisted peacefully, adhering to their own domains. However, over time, the Dire dragons grew increasingly arrogant and self-centered. Their king, driven by hubris and ambition, declared war on the Fire dragons. This conflict had a catastrophic impact on the Fire dragon species.

The Dire dragons faced near extinction as a result of their aggression. Their downfall was seen as divine retribution for their pride and cruelty. Centuries passed, and the dragons of old faded into legends. The Dire dragons were believed to be extinct, their memory lingering only as a cautionary tale.

In this new era, a leader named Ronan rose among the Fire dragons. Under his guidance, their days were marked by peace and tranquility, marred only by minor disagreements with other dragon clans. The threat of another war seemed a distant memory.

One day, during one of his flights, Ronan noticed a plume of smoke rising in the distance. His curiosity piqued, he flew toward it. Upon nearing the source, he transformed into his Human form and concealed himself behind a tree. Drawing his sword, he crept closer, alert to the sounds of rustling and faint whimpers.

With his sword raised and a cold expression on his face, Ronan leaped out, ready to strike—but he froze. His eyes widened in shock. Before him lay a Dire dragon in its dragon form, its wing broken, in a vulnerable state, and... With an egg under its other wing. Ronan had believed they were all dead. How had this one survived the massacre?

Lowering his sword, Roan approached the wounded dragon, who hissed and attempted to unleash a fiery hell. However, the attack ceased abruptly at Roan's gentle touch. No words were exchanged, but the Dire dragon gradually grew less anxious, accepting Roan's touch with occasional growls.

In that moment, Ronan made a silent vow. This Dire dragon and egg, against all odds, would be his to protect.