We were once a proud people. Strong. Fearless. Magic. Then, the bloodshed began. About a thousand years ago, mundane and magic became allies in a world of darkness. Dragons defended the skies and humans protected the lands, both rallying together when demons crawled from the shadows. A faction of humans, magic within their blood, conjoined their very souls with those of the dragons. With the birth of a new race, the Dragori, the world changed for the better. Half-dragon and half-human, the dragon rider's drove back the darkness with their fire-bound by their sides. Yet the mundane, born without magic, grew to hate their allies and jealousy clouded their hearts. Hundreds of years ago, the Dragori King declared war on man after finding his kin - both dragon and rider - slain by their blades. The alliance between the two was broken, and slaughter became a game between the races. This tale is the past beyond my birth. Yet, both my mind and soul are tied to it's legend. The thoughts of my forebears, their very memories, are akin with my own. My destiny is to avenge my late predecessor Lyrroth, and his dragon Cerulae. I am his next heir to the throne. My life rests in the hands of fate. I will bring the Dragori back to their former glory. I will end the slaughter of dragons. And I see fire on the horizon.