'I spat blood onto the grass, sheathing my sword. Common! Where are you Jira?! Where are your troops?! Where is my support?! I straightened my back, bent my knees, and slightly drew my Katana. “Lord, give me strength.” Then the Creature charged, as I drew my blade completely out of its scabbard.'
To be continued in the Prologue...
I and the Rebel Chaos Dragons have fled my brother, Xulred, and the Chaos god, Hrongl. But I recieve notice that the Dorna Dragons are going to War with the Nijuid Wyvern Riders. Thus, I must leave the Chaos Dragons behind... And hope that I and my Kin can fend for our selves against our enemy... We could win against them.
However, little did we know that we were fighting more than the Wyvern Riders.
My name is Daphora Mohave, and I'm a Spirit Mage of the country, Qasan, in the Continent, Rosakin. But I'm not just a mage, I'm the apprentice to High Enchanter Soran.
He says there will be a great war. Little did I know that a betrayal to him and I would be the cause of it...
The cause of great turmoil, and destruction. Little did I know, that I would be alone.