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“Bel, why you didn't say you have a dragon?!” Beledine stifled a sigh. Mota was the only one who seemed immune to Ghokarian's grandeur. The water wielder tro...

The first few suns in the valley were perfect. Skyrel put his earth wielders to work creating shelter for the tribe. Mota investigated the lake and found it ...

The Araxi Tribe spent a few more suns plodding along. Every now and then Beledine offered a hint to point Skyrel in the right direction. He was reluctant at ...

The Araxi Tribe was unlike any of the draconic flights Beledine had ever encountered. Of course, sovereign dragons were all basically the same: stoic, monoto...

Skyrel, chieftain of the Araxi Tribe, was the first to see the woman approaching. She descended the barren mountain cliffs, leaping deftly from rock to rock ...

“I want to join a tribe.” Ghokarian raised his head and shot a sidelong glance at his constant companion, his soul's other half. She sat with her back to him...

Draconic law mandated that whenever something or someone killed a dragon, it was to be observed, assessed, and—if it was deemed a threat to the rest of the k...