Step into a mesmerizing world where dragons soar high into the vast skies and legends become reality. " Dragon Savior: A New Beginning " is a captivating fantasy novel that follows the adventure of Starfania, a young girl destined to find her true p...
The group had been following the river for some time, yet there was still no sign of the VulcanFire encampment. Starfania was just about to suggest they make camp when Violet leaned forward on Atla's back, her gaze fixed on the land below. Her voice dropped to barely above a whisper. " What happened here? "
Starfania followed her line of sight, her chest tightening as the terrain beneath them shifted from fertile ground to scorched ruin.
" I don't know," she said quietly, dread creeping into her tone, " but I don't think it's going to be a pretty sight."
Intrigued and wary, they descended cautiously. The land below was barren, stripped of life—deep scars of fire and war carved into the soil as if the earth itself had been wounded.
Atlas and Drogo hovered low, their keen eyes sweeping the devastation. There was no sign of life—only silence, broken by the faint crackle of smoldering embers. With growing unease, they pressed on. The air was thick with ash and smoke, clinging to their lungs with every breath. When the dragons finally touched down, the charred ground crunched beneath their claws. Starfania and Aeron dismounted at once. Violet began to slide off Atlas's back, but both of them spoke at the same time.
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" Stay on Atlas," Aeron said firmly.
" Just in case," Starfania added. " He can protect you if something happens."
Violet hesitated, her heart racing as she took in the desolate landscape. Slowly, she nodded and remained seated. Around them, the remains of what might once have been a thriving forest lay in ruin—twisted, blackened trunks reaching skyward like skeletal fingers. Starfania knelt beside a small patch of scorched grass, brushing her fingers near the faint heat still trapped beneath the soil. Starfania knelt beside a small patch of scorched grass, brushing her fingers near the faint hint still trapped beneath the soil. Aeron stood guard, his eyes constantly moving, scanning the horizon. Shadows flickered in the haze, and a chill ran down Violet's spine.
" Look," Aeron said suddenly, breaking the heavy silence.
Through the smoke, the faint outline of tents began to emerge—barley visible, blending into the ruined landscape. Starfania rose slowly, her heart pounding as certainty settled in. " I think we've found it."
They moved closer, and the truth revealed itself in full. The camp was in shambles. Once-sturdy tents had collapsed, their fabric scorched and torn. The ground was blackened and lifeless, stamped with the unmistakable marks of battle. Smoke still curled into the sky, carrying with it echoes of suffering—distant cries, agonized screams, the ghosts of a conflict already decided.
Then they saw it. A solitary banner stood amid the wreckage—fiery red, scorched at the edge, yet still upright. A blazing sun radiated outward, flames and wildflowers encircling its core. Starfania's breath caught. The emblem of their home kingdom. VulcanFire. A crushing wave of despair swept through them. No enemy had done this. This was their mark. This was the first time they truly saw why VulcanFire was feared beyond Avalon's borders. For so long, they had lived under the illusion of power—of honor, of necessity. But standing in the aftermath of that power, the truth was impossible to deny. Starfania had always known her father hated dragons.
