POV: Guhan
The dragons had not been seen in three thousand years.
But Guhan had a dream. A fire calling him beyond the mountains. Ancient scales. Old voices.
He packed his things, said farewell to Elira—her touch lingering on his hand.
> "Will you return?"
> "I always do," he said.
As he walked away, she whispered a spell beneath her breath—an old elf blessing.
And in the forest, as he stepped beyond the borders of Indravan, something stirred in the air.
A roar.
A wing.
A whisper.
> "Come, forgotten one…"
The road to Velkara, land of dragons and lost gods, had opened.
And Guhan's legend had only just begun.