Prologue In a world called Cliffcore, dragons once roamed the world. There were some big, some small, some flew and some swam. Some were purple, some were green, but rest assured, they all lived very long lives. All the regions lived in peace and harmony, until a war broke out, and I'm telling you, this is one of many. "Don't you dare!" King Flame VII yelled. The field erupted in flame as the two dragons fought. King Embrio smirked slyly, as if he had a little trick up his sleeve. "Sure, we'll stop this war..." He said sarcastically, "after you fight me!" The stubborn king yelled, as a shield of lightning bolts formed around him. The battle went on for days. As days turned into night and months passed, there was still no emerging victor. Finally, Embrio gave up. "Fine idiot, you won,but I'm creating my own empire, and soon enough, justice will come for you!" He yelled as he stormed off. Seven Years Later... It was a peaceful day in Inamorta. The seagulls were screeching as the fresh waves lapped at my claws. Then, silence. It was so quiet; you could hear a floorboard creak. Then, we heard explosions. The humans had arrived! My father, King Flame VII, rushed to the Ember tower and yelled, "Red Alert! Red Alert! The humans have arrived!" Everyone started to panic in a frenzy, as the humans raided our kingdom. "Flamar," He said, "take this, it's the key to Inamorta. When the time is right, and flames will rise, come back, and save this realm!" I ran off, leaving my kingdom abandoned. I was sad, but I felt like I did the right thing.
