Draven Fireheart, The Dragon Sovereign
The tremor in the air was the first sign, a subtle dissonance in the natural magic that resonated through my very being. It was a premonition, a prickling of unease that snaked its way through the ancient coils of my existence. Then, the sound. A cacophony of brassy horns, blared their arrival with a jarring dissonance, shattering the peaceful silence of the manor like the discordant clash of stones upon crystal.
A surge of annoyance, fierce as the flames that danced upon my scales, coursed through me. The Elf King and his ilk – ever the theatric, their mere approach heralded with such ostentatious fanfare. Millennia of disdain bubbled within me, a simmering cauldron of distrust towards these creatures cloaked in an alluring facade of ethereal beau
