* Two Years Earlier: The Vallath nation had waged war on Sarania as part of their undying conquest to take over the entire Western continent*Samuel looked passed the enemy lines, every one of his comrades had been killed and their corpses gathered and stacked upon each other. Roughly a hundred brave young men that gave their lives for Sarania. It was almost high noon, the hottest point of day and the Vallath army was getting closer to Wall Yotanda. The wall shut off all outsiders from Sarania for centuries. "I'm I the only one left?", Samuel asked himself. He checked around the battlefield, the Vallath forces had killed nearly everyone and all the war dragons captured. In the corner of his eye was Captain Zain Einar hiding behind a captured Scarlet dragon, the beast was put barely moving. He rushed through the battlefield, unnoticed by the Vallath forces. He hid by the tail of the beast while the captain was hiding against the dragon's head. "Captain.", he whispered, "My captain.

The day was brighter than most in the town of Stormica. The large windowless structure that was the Stormica Market was packed with a sea of customers and merchants. Azarian walked into the market and his ears were drowning in the sound of deals happening. He held his black dragon leather satchel and marched into the sea that of the market.He had heard stories from Nancy about the market. She would always describe it as a place where the imagination meets reality. It was mesmerizing sight, infant exotic dragons, culinary delicacies from the fairy Kingdom of The North Lands, Spell books of Mages and magical weapons that were crafted by famous blacksmiths. A pure marvel it was.Azarian wondered around the market looking for a merchant named Ryoko the collector, a name he had heard from a blacksmith not long ago. "The man who collects legends out of stories and become a legend himself.", the blacksmith said. He approached every merchant he could and not a single one knew the merchant

"No Azarian this is too much." , Nancy said. "You took me in when I had no where to go.", Azarian said, "It's the least I can do." Azarian opened his satchel and removed the bundle of money. He put the money on the table. Nancy was worried and Azarian could tell by the way she looked at the table. "Where did you get the money from?", she asked. Malak woke up from his slumber and walked into the living room. "Mummy what's going on?", he rubbed his eyes and yawned. Nancy slid the money underneath the table. She got off her seat and rushed to Malak. She squatted to his height. "Nothing.", she held him in her arms, "Mummy is just talking to uncle Azai about stuff.", Nancy said, "Grown up stuff. Come on go back to sleep." "But I don't want to sleep.", Malak said, "I want to play.""It's night time you can't go pl-" "Sure we can go play.", Azarian said, "I will find you outside." The little boy rushed up to Azarian and hugged his legs. He then ran outside the door as quickly as hi

They had been waiting in line for hours and they were finally next. The man who had the list of appointments had been calling out names from morning, his throat was dry and his lips were drier. "Complaint 66!", the man shouted. Azarian and Nancy stood up from their seats. They walked up to the man and they could see that man had a long day."The captain will see you now.", he said.They entered the captain's office. His office glamorous and filled with things he had collected over the years. Honour medals cased in glass, portraits of him and his comrades fifty years ago when the war effort resumed. He was younger then, he had a full head of black hair and had a charismatic charm in his eyes. The captain was seated at his desk signing some paperwork sent by the Imperial Office in the Capital. He didn't move when an inch when Nancy and Azarian walked into the room. Azarian and Nancy sat on the chairs that faced his desk. "Excuse me sir.", Nancy said. The Captain put down his pen a

"Come on my boy.", his father said, "It's the night." Azarian got out of bed, he grabbed his favourite warm winter coat on the rack. His father lit a lamp and they left the cottage. It was cold that night, like most nights during that winter. The snow fell underneath the sky full of stars and the glimmering moon. The cottage was in the middle of the forest away fifteen miles away from Sarania. The forest itself wasn't to pleasant, every night ever since he was born Azarian heard a rumbling growl. It scared him everytime. Azarian and his father walked into the forest. He heard the growling beast from the far distance. He was shaken and was on heels. His father looked down on him and saw the terror written all over his face. "Give me your hand.", he said. Azarian reached out his hand and his father placed it in his. His hand was small and soft, not a wound on it, it was innocent. "Where are we going papa?", Azarian asked underneath his breathe."I haven't been honest with you.", h