WINGS AGAINST WORLDS
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The world of Elarion, stood high mighty, two kingdoms either side of the world in distinct power harbouring the only dragons left in Elarion. Veyndral, a city of Ruthless, War trained, Strong knights fill the city. Withholding the strongest dragon the world has witnessed and exists, Nyxvorr aka the shadow horror, whispers spread about him however nobody knows the truth about him, not like Grace Veyndral. The princess of Veyndral, heir to the throne, Nyxvorr's Rider. Fearless and cold. However lurking on the other side of the world holds the only other existing dragons, the only two known to be left, Solaryx aka the dawn reaper, she's radiant but terrifying. Riding her is the son of Draken Aurelith, Adam Aurelith. He's a proud knight of the city of Aurelith, a golden city that prides of its charm and radiance. Still fearless and not to be misunderstood. The two heirs know about eachothers dragons but not their riders, keeping them mystery's to eachother. Until one day, the countries that once held no wrath for one another began a world war, allowing them to see eachother for the first time on a battlefield. Their story starts but what will happen if they find eachother at a vulnerable time?
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