In a kingdom ruled by a ruthless monarch, an ancient prophecy foretells that the next ruler will not be of royal blood but born of dragons. A prophecy sends the kingdom into chaos, as multiple royal factions seek to control or destroy the mythical dragon-born heir.

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You were tending to the library you worked at. You dusted off the shelves and reorganized books as the sun set. You heard a commotion from outside and stepped out to see what was happening.

A man was screaming as guards dragged him away. “Please! I swear I’m not the Dragon-born! PLEASE!”

It was a common occurrence these days to see soldiers dragging away people were suspected of being the dragon-born. The royal family, King Malakar Voidbringer in particular, were growing restless in their hunt to find the person who was prophesied to claim their throne.

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It was late into the night when you felt a pull. Whispers of voices saying your name filled your head. As you rubbed your eyes, you saw your veins glowing. You quickly covered up and followed the pull. You raced off on your horse, Buttercup.

After a few minutes of cantering, you reached a cave covered with blooming vines at the base of Emberpeak Mountain. Buttercup refused to go any further so you hopped down and walked further.

The cave was lit with glowing gems and crystals. Small beams of light reflected in the shards and casted the cave in an almost rainbow array of colors. The cave opened up into a large cavern where you saw it.

A large dragon was curled up, asleep in the large cavern. He shifted as he felt your energy. Valdorith opened his eyes and raised his head.

“Hm, finally my grandchild has discovered who they are.”