The Adventures of the Lost Continent!

Prologue

Dawnfinder was beginning to regret this.

She'd come here, to what was supposedly the grand and amazing and perfect and beautiful and wonderful Night Kingdom. There would be gardens, he said. There would be festivals, he said. Looking out at the dilapidated buildings beneath her, she was beginning to wonder if Darkstalker had been lying. Nobody could ever live here, not in the state the buildings were in. Maybe exploring one would make her feel better?

She spiraled down and landed neatly in the center of what probably had been a pavilion, judging by the stone bricks she felt underneath her talons. Unfortunately, she couldn't actually see any of it, because of the overabundance of dead weeds. She picked a random building that looked fairly impressive, and trudged toward it through the ocean of plants.

As she stood directly below it, she realized there was a sign. She squinted at it, barely able to make out the word "Library". A library? What if some books survived whatever happened to this place? She stepped inside.

Large, shattered windows had left glass everywhere. Dawnfinder's first reaction was to leap away, but upon closer inspection, she realized that rain had washed away the edges of some of the glass. She landed carefully, still avoiding the shards. She walked around the broken and moldy remnants of bookcases and large chunks of roof. It seemed as if a hurricane or a particularly horrible rainstorm had hit the building, destroying nearly everything. She decided to approach the surviving bookshelves.

The only bookshelves still standing were made of black, weathered stone. Wondering how they'd survived for all of those 2,000 years, Dawnfinder selected a fairly large, leather-bound book. It was heavy and it looked like some of the pages were torn, but it was dry, and a title had been embossed into the cover. Blowing off the dust, she saw the title, written in spotty silver. The Adventures of the Lost Continent, by Flamespreader. Curious, she opened the book. Surprisingly, none of the ink had been smudged by water, and the pages were only a little waterstained on the edges. She began to read.

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Many years ago, as legend goes, all dragons lived together on the Lost Continent, then known as Aria. Every tribe that exists today comes from Aria, leaving only when too many dragons lived on the isle. Within this book lies the tales of the tribes of Aria, and the stories of their most grandiose legends.