'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...
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.
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.