We come from a world of fire.
Paleontologists find skeletons of what they say are dinosaurs. They are not dinosaurs.
Before us, before our parents, before our great-great-great grandparents… the world belonged to dragons. There were humans too, but not nearly as many as today, and they lived in hiding. This tale is not about those long-ago humans. This tale is about the dragons, on a continent called Pyrrhia on a planet with three moons.
There were seven dragon nations, but the important ones to this story are NightWings, black fire-breathing dragons, some of whom could read minds or see the future, between a mountain range and an ocean peopled by blue-green water-breathing fluorescent-scaled SeaWings. Rarely, once a few generations, if you were lucky, you could find animi- dragons who could use magic. One of these few was a certain NightWing. He was gifted with both telepathy that surpassed that of all his peers and visions of every path the future could take. His name was carefully buried, lest he hear it spoken, and those who knew him rechristened him the Darkstalker. His power caught the attention of the queen, and as her favor grew, so did his ambition. He began to terrify the dragons around him. Rumor had it that he had found a way to make himself immortal. Many believed he was plotting to overthrow the NightWing queen. Finally, after he brutally murdered his own father in a inconceivable show of an unprecedented aspect of animus power, the kingdom agreed that he was too dangerous to be free. His friend Fathom was a SeaWing animus who had sworn never to use his power after the last SeaWing animus suddenly snapped and attempted to kill most of his family, but he saw the truth and finally agreed to use his magic just once, to stop the Darkstalker. No one knows exactly what happened, but somehow, the NightWings buried the Darkstalker deep in stone. In his fury, just before Fathom's spell took affect, the Darkstalker cast one last spell and set the world aflame. All the dragons burned and died and were buried in the ashes, the remains of their wings slowly disintegrating. Two moons were destroyed. Only the humans survived. They came out of hiding and began to rebuild their world, never knowing the Darkstalker was still buried deep under the ground, slowly clawing his way to vengeance. Any day now, he will escape, and when he does, nothing and no one will survive.