Paul had always been fascinated with the tales from the Great Dragon World

War of 1914 -1918 and the Second Dragon Civil War of 1939-1945.

He was the son of a union between a Vampire Ghoul Girl and a Dutch Army officer.

He'd had dual nationality and his mother had often taken him to Greenland to take

part in dragon gathers.

He had a efeminate frame,but possessed the ability to take on the shape of a 40 foot

green scaled dragoness for a few minutes at a time and when he'd grown up enough

to pop the question had asked why.

She'd explained she was already carrying a dragonet from another union when

doctors had implanted the cells that would grow up to be Paul.He had absorbed

the tiny winged reptile as he formed and that had saved his mother from a worse

fate.

However it had turned him into a chimerae,a boy who might be a dragoness

or a dragoness who might be a boy.

It was at one of the gathers in Greenland that the firedrakes had told him of the

missing passengers and crew of Dragonflight 810.

The flight had taken off with 16 humans,one firedrake and a mount named Garantha.

They'd been last spotted by a distant military jet which had been under orders to shoot

them down.

However the pilot had been dangerously low on fuel.After locking his

air to air missles sensors onto the firedrakes magical heart heat signature

he'd fired the missle at the distant speck on the horizon.

There had been an explosion but the pilot had to return to base before he could

confirm a hit.

There the legend began.The first conflict in the dragon civil war had taken place

over the Greenland glaciers,and one of the oriental rebels had reported seeing a

lumbering behemoth of a dragon struggling over the waters near Greenland.

It was carrying a capsule,which was in flames and was searing its back.The

rebel had seen passengers tossing stuff overboard and from the torn look of the

behemoths left wing the rebel knew what the mount would soon be forced to do

in order to survive.

Garantha( if it were her) gave a desperate roar and tore at the straps binding the

searing capsule to her back.She sprung open the clamps and the blazing passenger

cabin had plunged several wingspans into the waves near a gravelly beach.

The rebel had seen the cabin bobbing on the surface for several seconds but

his main concern was for the survival of the behemoth.Hence he'd flown over to the

huge beast and given her just enough extra lift and stability to glide into the rebel

aiyrie several miles inland.

She'd grunted out her thanks,then vanished in the crowd of other giant beasts

that were milling about.

There'd never been a official record of a garguntuan species dragon named

Garantha arriving at that time and the rebel dragons story was written off as a

dragon fighters tall tale.

So why the interest in the dissappearance of Dragonflight 810 you ask?

Well the passenger list read like a who's who.

There was Carrion Darksaur,daughter of the Queen of the Firedrakes.Who showed

up hale and hearty at her mothers lair and later denied she'd ever been on that flight.It

must have been a imposter,or perhaps a bit of propaganda on the part of her

future enemies.

There was Samantha Manson,heiress to the Manson fortune and daughter

of the man who invented the firedrake magic sensor.

There was her beau Danny Fenton, a famous psychic of the 1930's who'd entertained

countless Americans with his radio show.

There were the seemingly normal couple Tucker Foley and Pauline Sanchez

better known as Clyde Foley and Bonnie Sanchez,with 3 suitcases of stolen

gems reputedly aboard with them on the flight.

And there was the diplomatMister Long and his two grandchildren.Brother

of the Imperial Dragon king and supposedly carrying a satchel with

documents which could have ended the war or made it worse.

And all except one,Carrion Darksaur,was never seen alive again.