Kaelorin and his scaly steed, Vyreth, had grown up together, trained, bled, and fought side by side for as long as Kaelorin could remember. He often longed for the wild days of their youth, playing and wrestling in the fields of Mirniea under endless skies. But war had a long memory, and now the sun set on a different kind of day. In the distance, the sky tore open with fire as dragons answered ancient horns. This could be their most epic battle yet to come, and their last.