Prologue
The village was burning.
Everything was burning. I watched as Uncle grabbed his newly laid egg. Auntie already left to fight. Yelling and screaming were heard outside, but I needed to block that out. Uncle and Auntie wanted to get their child out, and I agreed to help.
"You ready, Shalong?"
I nodded and as I pinched some dirt off the ground, I placed my hand on his back and focused my energy. As I felt more power rush through my legs, the two of us ran towards the woods.
Authors Note:
For those who are unfortunate enough to stumble across this and have no idea what the heck is going on, I'm a Dungeon Master for a crew of interesting fellows, and due to a recent introduction of some NPCs with backstories that intertwine, I offered to tell them the story. This is the beginning of that mad child of an idea. I'm not much of a writer, but I do DM, so I guess that's something? So this story is dedicated to the Stars of Greece, my wonderfully crazy DnD party. I hope I don't regret this.