Prologue: The Beginning
Long ago, a war raged upon the Earth.
Humans fought against the demons that control them and the elements, trying and failing to get a foothold in the land that they had been born to. For centuries the battle raged, Human After human died at the hands of the animalistic demons. Their strength and god-given gift setting them far above the humans they had enslaved.
Though humans died far and wide, their birthrate was sparked with the need to create more Warriors. When before humans had the same lifespan of the demon, though far easier to kill, they would give birth once every 20 to 50 years. Now they could produce a child every year at the cost of the dame that birthed them, as The Sire gave his life for their people.
As the battle raged, and the centuries passed, humans lost their way in their fight for equality. They no longer communed with nature and consequently, lost the magic that had prolong their lives.
That is to say all but one woman and her small family. The last members of her matriarchal clan, she gathered her husbands and secluded her family unit within the unexplored wilderness bordering the Western lands. Using the power of nature and love she created a barrier to keep outsiders away and her family unharmed.
There, she and her four husbands prospered in nature and all that it granted.
The appearance of a new creature was the catalyst that eventually doomed the others of humankind.
They came upon wings that blocked out the sun, fire on their breaths, and the urge to kill gleaming within their jewel colored eyes. They called themselves the Dragonic. A word meaning 'winged death' within the old demonic language of ages past.
No creature truly knew what had birthed them. They just appeared one starless night and began a slaughter that nearly wiped out both waring races and themselves.
The humans were pushed to the brink of extinction. The ones that had survived were secluded to a small fortress on the northern most point, where the earth met the sea and the winds were to perilous and strong for the dragons to take flight.
The animalistic demons gathered together once the severity of the situation was realized. While they could kill the great winged beasts, the beasts killed them in return. The need for a truce was comprehended. Runners were sent to the great beasts of the skies.
Within a fortnight, a great council was held. At one side were the ruling demons of each subspecies and the other sat the leader of the Dragonic, the largest of the beasts, a solid silver Queen.
And so, a compromise was agreed upon. To make sure the truce would forever hold, the dragons and demons bonded together. Every Dragonic that was and would be born would be telepathically linked to a demon in kind. They would live, die, prosper, and suffer side by side with their partner.
The eons passed and the humans rebuilt themselves to find the world no longer what they knew. They stayed behind the walls of the great fortress growing less and less in number til few remained of the once great population while the demons and dragons thrived in the land beyond their borders. Only a few brave men ventured forth, destroying any clutch they came upon that was laid by the great queen dragon. A total of fifty clutches they had demolished through the centuries.
Then the time came for a new queen to be born as the old one aged and died. The world held its breath. For who so ever controlled the new queen controlled the males that vied for her favor. Yet as the elderly queen passed away, no female was born from the clutches she laid within her den. They feared that the new queen was laid upon a clutch that had been laid in the wild. It appeared that the great union between dragon and demon would halt as the dragons died out with no queen to give birth to the future generations.
And so our story starts, with the birth of a human girl and her need to explore. A clutch laid in the wild and destroyed by humans. A single small silver egg that survived to be found.
This is their story...