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Prologue
In ancient times, dragons and humans existed in harmony. Dragons were extremely social creatures, but couldn’t stand contact with one another on a daily basis. Sadly, no other creature had the intelligence and life span to be a proper companion to a dragon, until an accidental discovery. For a long time dragons had kept humans as pets. So cute, so entertaining, so sad when they died. Another long held hobby of dragons was magic, the use of mental abilities in the manipulation of their environment. It was taken for granted that humans, though by far the most intelligent of the lesser species, were incapable of magic. Then, someone thought to test that theory. To everyone’s surprise, it was found that humans had a wonderful talent for such things. Thus was born the wizard. Learned, and so an intellectual equal to a dragon. Wielder of magic, and thus long lived. The situation seemed perfect, and for a millennia, there was a golden age on Earth. Things seemed so wonderful that no one noticed the signs of imminent disaster. You see, not all humans could wield magic. In fact it was more along the lines of a tenth of the population. That meant for every one friendly, intelligent, long-lived beloved and soul bonded companion to the dragons, there were nine dumb, short-lived, intolerant, superstitious and jealous normal humans in the world. The dragons had no use for those nine, and so left them to fend for themselves, fight to survive, build cultures, and reproduce. This meant villages, towns and then cities full of people who didn’t much care at all for the dragons, and resented the fact that it was accepted as their right to swoop down and feed on carefully cultivated livestock, to take whatever pretty things in human markets that caught their eye, to carry off the best and the brightest of the children to become wizards. Things might have continued in the same way for another millennia, until the humans had such a population that they could pose a substantial threat to the dragons, but for a terrible tragedy. The wizard Reanna was in a human city – against the better judgment of her bonded Throjag – and was framed for the murder of her twin sister’s abusive husband. An angry mob ripped her to shreds before Throjag could even react, much less come to her rescue in the far off city.
Now, the bond between dragon and wizard varies in strength. Throjag and Reanna had one strong enough that her loss caused an almost suicidal grief. The fact that she had died a violent death, filled with rage, terror and pain, drove him more than a little insane. You might be thinking, so sad, how terrible, what a horrendous tragedy, but it has no connection to the story. You would be right, except for one fact. Dragons have genetic memory. They are born knowing everything mother or father knew at conception, depending on gender.
When Reanna died, Throjag could have gotten sad. He could have become depressed, or suicidal, but he didn’t. Instead he became angry, he wanted revenge on the entire human race. He had a plan. Throjag became the most charming and flirtatious of all male dragons. It took centuries, but he didn’t care. Eventually he had bred ten young male dragons, infected with their fathers insanity, and had recruited others who had no wizard, or had lost their wizard to ‘accidents’ of his design. At first the radicals were a minority. But their attacks enraged an already disgruntled populace. The humans began an indiscriminate slaughter of every dragon they could find, and not only that but every wizard as well. Soon it was the pacifists who were out numbered. A decision was made. Two dragons and two wizards cast a spell. As long as the human race existed above one thousand people in the world the dragons would be held in a deep slumber, forgetting everything. Once the time of the humans had waned, the dragons would be released to rule the world once again. The spell was so tied to the Earth, that when the planet began to shift, the dragons, already struggling and weakening the spell of sleep, were released. However, the dragons hadn’t even noticed the spell of forgetting, that wiped the passion and pain from their minds. As they hadn’t struggled against it, it remained intact. It flowed through the connections forged at it’s casting and rebounded on the human population. This is how we find the world now. The dragons, their memories and strength restored, wreak havoc on all humans, killing them off slowly like a child with a magnifying glass, now slaughtering poor defenseless ants, now retreating to watch the panic. Mankind is in no shape to fight back. Ninety percent of the population has no idea who or where they are. There is chaos in the streets as everything stops working and dragons rain down fire from the sky. It’s almost worse for the few who remember, those that would have been wizards. For they are left trying desperately to restore order to a world gone mad.