Dragon's Throne

Dragon's Throne

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(This story will be drastically edited since I originally made this prompt three years ago. I will post chapters when the first ten are ready) "Silently she made a prayer to The Seer to protect Ari, to send her to the twin world called Earth, and to keep her human. Being a dragon was unsafe. A single white butterfly landed on the mossy rock, and the egg beneath it glistened and then vanished. Her prayers were answered. She could die knowing she had saved her daughter. Erphinas' body went limp as Sylas watched. There was no emotion in his onyx eyes, only the reflection of his sister laying dead on the forest floor. He glanced to where her head was pointed, but there was nothing there except mossy green rocks and a few flowers, on one of which a white checkered butterfly perched. How useless of her to pray. Butterflies don't answer prayers. He scoffed and turned back towards the castle. The Throne was finally his." -Dragon's Throne //original story all characters belong to me//
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The world had long since forgotten the age of dragons, those creatures that had once ruled the skies as gods had long since disappeared after the conclusion of the Great Demon Wars. Dragons became nothing more than a fading legend, a story to tell children at bedtime. But the gods could not let the dragons die, for they were the last defense against the demon armies and the dark god Vekkar. Talia had been born and raised in a world of darkness acting as an agent of Hephatus, goddess of assassins and death. She knew only a life of killing, sometimes for justice, sometimes for honor, always for money. Her morals were opaque at best. But when she's deployed to the city of Arboros she finds herself thrust into a world of political games, opposing powers, and constant threat. Nowhere was safe even for her. Her goals became muddied, and then lost altogether when she meets the Dwarven Prince. Bromyr had spent the last five years of his life chasing ghosts, desperate to find the lost dragon eggs. His people thought him crazy, his father stripped him of his titles, but he never gave up. Eventually his effort bore fruit and he hastily made way to return to his homeland only to get caught up in the city of Arboros. It was there that he met an intriguing half-giant, a woman who ignited a fire everywhere she went. In the end she was the one who inadvertently brought about the new age of dragons. What could go wrong when an ill tempered assassin becomes the first dragon rider of a new age? ***Cover made by annie1loves1you***

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