Once there were dragons.
Of course, there is still dragons, these magic creatures can grow to great size, they have inherent magical abilities and have even been known to form bonds with human and elves; but these are not the mighty creature of which I speak.
For there is dragons, and then, there is Dragons. Long before the first man or elf. Two mighty species of dragons ruled the skies.
The first, had black scales, they were slightly smaller then a modern dragon but had the same abilities as those that now exist. The second race was stranger. These great beasts could grow much faster then dragons today. They all had sparkling white scales, and were lords of the sky. However, they had no magical talent.
The two races clashed, raining fire down upon the earth. Trees and plants died. However, when several subspecies started to form from the black dragons. The white-scales were overwhelmed.
Yet, this war was not over. For the white-scales and black-scales met in one decisive battle. And vanished.
Some say, the black-scales had finally attempted a magic beyond them. Other say the white-scales finally unlocked their own mystic talents. Whatever the case. All the remaining dragons concluded that both races were wiped out.
They were wrong, dead wrong. True, the dragon died out, but their souls lived on. On a different world, they became humans, every white-scale fusing into a single person, the same with the blacks-scales. Nether remembering the conflicts of the past, they lived alongside other reincarnated monsters.
Until, a young woman, the reincarnated version of the white-scales, was subjected to a ritual designed to remove her soul and imprison it in its true form.
It worked... To a certain extent, the dragons were separated and trapped in stone. Their souls were banished to a shadowy plain where they would exist when not doing battle for their human masters.
Centuries past. The black-scales lived happily, reincarnating endlessly, until they were also sent to the Shadow realm by a spell.
War erupted once again, however this time the dragons had allies.
The white-scales were helped by many other types of dragon, from many worlds these beasts allied with the mighty white-scales.
The dark-scales were aided by several powerful spellcasters, including one in particular who was once human before his banishment to the Shadow Realm.
For centuries they clashed, until at last, the white-scales had complete control of that realm. Yet they always remembered where they had come from. Long have they searched for a way back, and now thanks to one human and his made quest for power, they have found it.
The town of Seti had been a small place, everyone knew each other and it had a general aura of friendliness. This was a place you could raise your children. That was then, now it was a burning wreck. Not a single building had escaped, corpses littered the streets and fire ate away at everything.
And, above it, three dragons. They were huge, not they're full size as yet, but easily big enough to cause serious damage to anything.
The nearest to the ruins was the youngest, she, like all her people, had a name, Kassara. few dragons bore names a few, like Kassara had some magic talent and they were the ones who had the honour of a name.
All three had glittering scales, they looked so fragile yet were so tough and hard to brake. They caught the light and reflected it in a million different ways. Enough to bring tears to the eye.
There back legs were slightly longer so that they walked with a hunch, yes these dragons spent most of their lives in the sky. Their wings were small, smaller then any dragon from this world could get away with and still be able to fly. They kept the beasts in the air with lazy flaps.
Their necks were long and flexible, an adoption caused by millions of years of war. Their feet had wicked talons and their teeth glinted evilly in the light.
Their eyes were a shocking blue colour, except for the middle one, she was the oldest, several hundred years old she had not yet finished growing but was bigger the the others, one of her eyes was milky white, blinded by a dark-scale.
The third had a long scar on her head, as if caused by a sword or axe.
She looked towards Kassara and sent the mental query.
Kassara replied, " Not many, a few lesser dragons. Nothing we cannot handle."
The Scarred One asked, " Are you sure? They have magic. Have they changed since we were last here?"
Kassara answered " A few new colours, slightly bigger, less control over magic. This will be an easy war."
The three mighty dragons let loose a roar. A roar fuelled by magic and fury and it travelled the length of the land, and everywhere it went. Those that were attuned, could hear it. It announced the coming of a new empire, an empire of dragons.
The land of Alagaesia, was plunged into war.