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Once there were dragons…
Dragons that hunted and fought for their human masters, dragons that carried Warriors into battle against the worst of odds, dragons that lived in chains and silently cursed the men who kept them tethered to their side. It was only a matter of time before these dragons grew tired of their years of captivity. Under the leadership of the great dragon Furious, they rose up against their masters and vowed to eradicate every last human from the face of the earth.
In response to the threat, the terrified and vengeful humans turned to a vile man known as Alvin the Treacherous. Despite his reputation as wicked man they followed him, for he promised to lead them to a new world that was safe from the dragon’s threat, to eliminate them so that mankind could live on. So long as it was he who was crowned King of the Wilderwest, he would return them to their barbaric past where they ruled the archipelago with cruelty and violence.
Then there were those among both men and dragons who saw a world where both species could coexist as equals, a better world free from slavery and inequality. Led by the great hero, Valhallarama, those amongst the humans took the sacred Dragonmark, the permanent mark which signified the bond between man and dragon.
And so it was that a great three way war began between man, dragon and those who spoke for both. All in search of the Dragon Jewel, which was said to hold the power to wipe all dragons from the face of the earth. To protect their very existence, to exterminate their enemies, to be crowned King of the Wilderwest, the jewel promised much to each faction who hoped to use it to their own ends.
And in the center of it all was a young boy. He was small and rather ordinary, the sort of individual who would easily fade into the crowd. No one would have guessed that this boy was the most wanted being in the entirety of the archipelago, that he would be hunted with such ferocity by both man and dragon alike, that it would be him who would decide the fate of both races.
That it would be this boy who would-
Wait no…
That's not correct…
Once there were dragons…
Great beasts who fought with men in a battle so old that neither could remember how it had begun. Wild serpents who were feared and despised across the archipelago and whom no one man could dream of living alongside. Creatures for whom each human child was raised to kill.
However there was one young boy who couldn't bring himself to do it. He saw in the creatures a gentleness he never could have imagined. All it took was one small moment of hesitation, one moment of empathy and the fate of the world was changed forever.
The boy spread the word of what he had seen, what he had learned, and while it took a great deal of effort and sacrifice, he was able to convince his people that the war was no longer necessary. A new Era of peace was brought to both man and dragon.
However not every man was so easily convinced. Still there were some who hunted and fought the dragons in hopes of making fortunes on black markets. The boy knew he could not let this continue he knew that he-
No.
Wait.
Something is wrong here.
This story… it's not going the way it is supposed to.
Fate has been disrupted, the threads woven by destiny are unraveling, tangling themselves into knots…
It's almost as though there has been some sort of accident…
Some sort of… Hiccup.
Oh dear. This is not good…