Synopsis

Kemy

Golden Dragons: the strongest amongst all the monumental reptilians that dared to gain the skies. We had an empire, and now we only have each other. 

Once upon a time, we were thousands, but now there are only seven of us. 

Our population was wiped out in a treacherous war. The Red Dragons lured and attacked us in our sleep, killing all of our elderly and young. This was the first battle, the one that we couldn’t fight, for it happened covered by the dark veil of night and the sneaky schemes of lies. 

We watched our people die, and some of us — like my sister Mallory and I — lost more than our families and friends. We lost our freedom. 

My sister and I were set apart and taken to laboratories, becoming our enemies’ prisoners. 

We would have died there if the Great Golden Dragon spirit, the original golden fire that created us and reunited the souls and the songs of all Golden Dragons, hadn’t found its way back to Earth.

The spirit made its home in the soul of a young witch. 

Fate brought a witch called Alma towards the golden clan, the few Golden Dragons who struggled to survive and keep our breed’s legacy alive. She met our King, Duke Egan, and shared with him a night of love that never met the dawn. The fire of their love wouldn’t ever fade, but rather, it brought forth a miracle and a curse. 

Alma was pregnant with the Golden Dragon clan's last hope, with the last dragon’s heir. 

But rather than the child in her womb, Alma herself ended up being our miracle: she gave our clan hope and helped us to fight and heal. 

I didn’t know her. I didn’t know any of this. However, I could feel something warm in my soul as the light of hope extended its wings. 

My Dragon Ember could reach her and ask for help. 

We were still in the claws of the enemy, lost in an eternal dream.