Andrew Ruda

Dragon Fire: Beginnings

Prologue There weren’t always dragons in the valley, and where her ancestors had come from, Zal didn’t know. It mattered little to her. She was a dragon, the most noble and majestic of Mother’s children. Her hide was tougher than the mountain and more beautiful than the wild flowers, why should she care about her origins. She would often marvel at her scintillating blue on light blue scales, so closely matching the color of the endless sky. Her kind was the oldest in all of Altara and pride and vanity ran deep in their hearts. And why not? They were the apex predators, masters of all and prey to none.