1 Prologue

The world of Drogon was split into 6 kingdoms, based on the 6 races. The most powerful of all was the kingdom of the light elves. while their numbers were vastly smaller than all the others, they still held the most power.

Second, was the kingdom of the dark elves. They were much crueler than their light counterparts.

After the dark elves were the Elemental elves, whose one kingdom was split into 4 realms. earth, fire, water and air.

Then came the kingdom of the giants and the kingdom of the dwarves. They were on the same level as one another. and, kept to themselves. Believing that the elves were far too arrogant. And, man kind too power hungry.

And, last but not least the final kingdom was that of the humans. The humans vastly outnumbered all the other races. And, as briefly mentioned before, they craved power above all else.

One, fateful day man kind became too greedy for their own good. They conspired with the Kings of the lesser elves, the elemental elves. They conjured up a plan to over throw the Light elves and take over their kingdom.

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Meanwhile in the light kingdom.

The Crowned Prince, age 17, was sleeping peacefully under a Sakura tree. There was a gentle breeze ruffling his silver curls as soft pink petals delicately caressed his perfect porcelain skin.

All the maids in the palace had gathered around the palace courtyard to stare at the dashing prince as he slept. Many times they all dared each other to go and steal a kiss. None ever did though, of course.

"Brudda!!!!", The maids were all stunned out of their stupors as the high ringing of their 5 year old princess's voice sounded from down the corridor leading to the banquet hall.

She came barreling into the courtyard. Her tiny arms stretched out behind her as if she were imitating a bird.

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The tiny princess stopped in her tracks. The soft pink petals from the Sakura tree gently floated in the breeze and became tangled in her brothers lush silver curls. His eyes were closed and so she sneaked over to him slowly.

Another breeze blew through her own snow white waves. She stuck her tongue out as her hair gently tickled his face and his eyes fluttered before finally opening.

His Bright yellow eyes peered into her Golden ones. Her adorable heart shaped face was a little red from hanging upside down staring at him. he reach up and pulled her tongue gently and laughed as she doubled back in surprise.

Her face turned red as she crossed her arms and pouted. Her high Whiny voice Breaking the Gentle silence in the courtyard. "Brudda, you've been asleep all morning! mummy and Daddy have been looking for you!"

He sighed remembering vaguely the duties he was supposed to carry out that day. "Alright, Meira. Let's go find them." He ruffled her brilliant white hair as he stood up and in one fluid motion picked her up onto his shoulders.

The palace was clean and cold. The expansive hallways stretched on forever. The floors glistened like Opals and there were large smooth white rock columns and gargoyles all through out. The prince thought silently to himself how sad it was that he and his sister had to grow up in such a cold place.

As he entered the throne room he could see a large group of nobles had gathered to bask in his parents good Grace's.

Many of them were adamantly singing their praises upon the King and Queen. Only when an especially loud and flamboyant Lord with dull red hair drunkenly stumbled forth to kiss the queens hand did the prince realize that the other nations nobles had also gathered for this day.

The King having noticed the arrival of his children motioned them forth. The sea of Noblmen surrounding them parted and the Prince walked forth with his sister upon his shoulders to stand beside his mother and father. His mother gave a disapproving look as she hurriedly took Meira down from her brothers shoulders and arranged her dress telling her swiftly, "You have to start acting more lady like, Meira. One day you will be Married to some Noble Lad." Pointedly looking at her son she added, "Ashra, it is your duty as well to make sure she blossoms into a young lady and not a young lad!", she smiled at her own joke as Meira Pouted.

The scene went unnoticed by the King who quickly took a hold of Ashra's shoulders and pushed him forward towards the Noblemen. Giving him no time to react to his mother's words nor time to prepare himself to speak to the Lords and Ladies.

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Not too far away the Prince from the Neighboring kingdom of the dark elves, age 19, leaned against the wall watching the young light Prince begin to explain the importance of the day along with the ceremony that was about to take place.

He frowned to himself as he then watched the young princess bouncing slightly on her heels as her large golden eyes surveyed the crowd.

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