The Fettered Prince
Prologue
There weren’t always dragons in the valley. Not since Zaphiel had died. Some called him the Eternal One, others called him God, but there were three who called him friend. He was gone, and the golden age of man had gone with him. Fearsome winged beasts roamed in perpetually smoky valleys and the threat of war hung with a smothering thickness over the great nation of Aescelle. Power hungry tyrants, driven to madness by unseen forces staked divine claim over lands once free, and over the helpless people therein.
