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<p> Synopsis: </p> <p> House Vjorn is one of the founding Houses of the City of Trênt - The Final Frontier of North. Skye, the heir of the House lived a sheltered life until one day everything has changed. He was fated by the dragons, a once in a millenia existence that rivals even the mythical creatures - Dragons. Skye's journey begins as his life is constantly threatened by an unknown organization that hunts down his kind. Assasination, wide scale war, fights to death, battle of wits, legendary duels and more. You're in for a roller-coaster ride as Skye tries to reach the pinnacle of existence. Let the Tales of the Dragon God begin- </p> <p> Prolouge: </p> <p> A dragon spanned his wings in full length furiously to propel himself further. Faster, he needs to be faster. A glowing black ring with runes etched in golden light appeared and hovered through his back as if a halo of an angel."Curse of Speed" he muttered under his breath and he zoomed through the horizon in a fashion no other dragons may dream of. "I need more speed or that damned thing might catch up to-" he said with a loud growl but before he could finish he saw a golden ring flash by only to stop at a few feet in front of him. </p> <p> A boy with black hair stood in front of him. Darkness enveloped his whole body, while the robes he was wearing was somewhat darker than the darkness. It was like he was staring to an abyss only to be swallowed by a void, an endless one at that. The only tinge of light came from the golden ring above his head. He looked at his face but he can't see any features that he could describe. Then his eyes wandered at the golden ring above his head. His sky-blue draconic eyes glowed with a golden hue. Looking closer, the ring was actually a crown embroided in sophisticated runes that even him a hundred thousand year old dragon cannot comprehend. "A million year old ring. It can't be that you killed-" but again, before he could finish dark ice formed in his snout gently crawling to his eyes. He retaliated by breathing his icy breath but even the absolute ice was frozen by the abyss black ice magic that was crawling through his body. And like the color of ice, darkness came upon him to never awake an eternal slumber. Death took over and a golden ring etched with black colored runes hovered above his corpse. </p> <p> Author's note: </p> <p> Hi! Xiaoma here, thanks for checking out my story. I am new to writing fictions but im excited to work my magic on my very first novel. I've currently set my goal 10,000 words per week but I might increase that when my schedule allows me to do so. Hope y'all enjoy! </p>
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