Director's Cut
Prologue
The air was damp. Mornings in Ylisse were like this, so heavy with moisture that it clung to fur, scales and skin alike.
A fox runs, rustling bushes, away from a group of humans and straight into a cave. Not too long later the crunches of bones breaking follow, the fox now a meal to the inhabitant of the cavern. Not like it had a chance to escape the jaws of a dragon that is.
This dragon had just moved and already hated this place, mostly because of the heat and moisture in the air. She had half a mind to move again to some other part of Archanea, most likely Plegia with its dry deserts, though it has been the grave of many a beast.
Plegians are vicious even by monster standards, their lust for the return of they're master, the divine blooded abomination Grima, outclassed the battle born Khans of cold Regina Ferox with their barbarian ancestry. The Valmese didn't want any of that so they stay away from the mainland. Plus, their ship making is fantastic. Anyways...
The dragon lifted her wing to reveal three dragonlings. The smallest is called Stromulites, the middle child is Shamerica and the oldest was Titamayacus.
Stormulites was a small grey dragon with bright blue markings all over his body. He was the Dragon that wasn't to be, he was destined to die in this very cave, though fate has different ideas. He is the wildcard in this world, anything could happen with him around. Anything.
Shamerica, the prophesied healer of many. She's quite the feisty one, getting into trouble half of the time, the other half goes to Titamayacus, the noisy brat. All she needs to do now is gain a dragon stone and learn the magic that humankind has created. What fun that'll be.
Even though the Titamayacus was the oldest, he was the most annoying, most bratty and spoiled of the bunch. He is destined to turn on his own kind, to raze the world and to see it anew. Kind of like Grima to be honest, all the 'new world' stuff. Of course, he didn't know that, not at this point in time at least…
Blood on blood
To raze the world with a flood
Kin to kin
To bring to back with life to win
To die without a second chance
And bring the world a future glance