The Rider's Legend

In a world where magic crackles and ancient beasts roam, a dark shadow has fallen. The Seal, a rogue faction of magic-wielders, has caged the majestic dragons, shattering the sacred bond with their Riders. Neely, a Rider haunted by loss and fueled by an unyielding rage, leads a desperate search to reclaim her dragon, Nethore. But the path is fraught with danger, secrets, and a truth that could tear Valaxia apart. Can she defy fate and reunite with her soul-bound companion before it's too late?

The Rider's Legend

In a world where magic crackles and ancient beasts roam, a dark shadow has fallen. The Seal, a rogue faction of magic-wielders, has caged the majestic dragons, shattering the sacred bond with their Riders. Neely, a Rider haunted by loss and fueled by an unyielding rage, leads a desperate search to reclaim her dragon, Nethore. But the path is fraught with danger, secrets, and a truth that could tear Valaxia apart. Can she defy fate and reunite with her soul-bound companion before it's too late?

The biting wind of a London night cut through Neely's worn coat, a stark contrast to the magical air of Valaxia she so desperately craved. Rain plastered her ill-fitting wig to her scalp, but she barely registered the discomfort. Her eyes, disguised by contacts, scanned the bustling pub entrance from the shadowy alley where she'd slipped. Inside, the meeting was over, and the target was emerging.

Eli Ireli, the man who dared 'delve' into Nethore's mind, stepped into the downpour. Hatred unfurled within Neely, a cold, dark wave threatening to consume her. She took a step, shadows coiling around her, ready to unleash the raw fury she had held in check for months.

But before she could follow, a figure materialized in front of her. A woman, familiar and unwelcome, holding an umbrella, her frown instantly recognizable. "Hello, sister."