(Kothar Di Wer Svant)

(Prologue)

Over seven decades ago lived an ancient race called Draconians, they were a hybrid species one of human and dragon origins but no one knows how they came to be. Most parts of the world worshipped these creatures for because of their advance wisdom and knowledge of the world of old, some people believed they were gods from the heavens but others thought of them as demons and hunted them for sport.

The Draconians had the skills to learn how to read, write, speak and even wield weapons some even knew how to use something called a thu'um as well magic. Not all Draconians were the same though mostly through their appearance and skills. Some humans were taught by these ancient beings but in return they've been hunted down until they've became extinct.

Three decades later the ancient race became nothing more than a myth but… what if they weren't a myth, what if they were still around…

(Unknown Location)

"Sir, we're about to break through the ice!" a man yelled over the harsh winds. A man wearing fur covered armor stood tall, standing around six feet, holding a shield and sword in hand "The emperor will be pleased, lets hurry this up!" the man yelled "Yes sir" the other man took hes leave making his way back over to the other men. These men were sent by the emperor of Rome to check out some rumors of a dragon frozen in ice and they plan to use it for war once they get their hands and the so-called dragon conquer "General!" one of the men yelled gaining his attention.

The general makes his way over to his men, worm who are now standing around the ice staring at it like dead fish "What's going on?! Why are you guys just standing…" his voice died in his throat. None of them was expecting this. The dragon that was in the us was less dragon and more human but a human with wings and what was worse was that he was staring right at the Romans. His eyes were a crimson red color, they held a lot of hatred "What is that?" one of the men asked.

Before anyone else could speak the ice cracked, followed by steam flowing out of it "Everyone get back!" the ice exploded scattering ice shards everywhere, some even hit the mean killing them immediately. The general stared at the creature standing before him "Mother of…" his words died in his throat once he felt sharp pain in his stomach and coldness consuming him. He looked down to see a shard of ice piercing through his stomach then he looked back up at the creature which was holding his hand up with some sort of mist flowing off his fingers.

The ground was painted with red as the creature started slaughtering everyone that was in the area. Nothing was left but body parts scattered on the ground, staining the snow with blood. The creature stood there letting the blood drip from his claws while his head was looking up to the sky. The creature stretched out his dark, torn wings getting the feel for them again. Once it was done stretching it took off into the sky flying through the clouds leaving the barren, frozen wasteland behind.

What it didn't know was that one of the Roman men survived the slaughter and slowly made his way back to the ship.