Ashes Of Aurethra

756 years of light.
One final spark.

In the heart of the Golden Empire, the sun does not just shine, it obeys.
For centuries, House Vaeryxion has held the world in a grip of white-gold fire, their "utmost power" drawn directly from the Everlasting Sun.

To be born a Vaeryxion is to be born a god, bound by blood and magic to a dragon hatched in your very cradle.

Xylaera Vaeryxion is the crown's greatest hope. Born with a light so bright it makes the kneeling Kings of the Four Wings tremble, her destiny was sealed before she could even walk.

From the salt-stained coasts of the North to the shadow-choked valleys of the East, the lesser houses are tired of bowing to a sun that never sets.