Draconic Beginnings:

A volume of the famed collection "Emperors of the World" was lying on a wooden desk as only a tiny ray of sunlight illuminated its surface. It was the only source of light in this little room. No one had stepped into it in a while, evident when one laid their eyes upon the several layers of dust coating more or less every object in the chambers. The design of the walls, the stone doors and the cedar wood furniture seemed to be of chinese origin. Various depictions of dragons were etched here and there, engraved into the azure rock of the room and into the halls annexed to this smaller area. An iridescent light basked these halls, which seemed to go on and on, in a cerulean glow, growing stronger the closer one stepped into this unknown area of the edifice. There lay enveloped in the same clothes that he had been wearing for twelve centuries, the last member of the dragon clan. It was not quite certain from where he had come or where did he go. Even more mysterious was the way he rested, trapped in a pyramid of slightly transparent blue aura, seemingly asleep.

Long, silk-like tresses of silver hair cascaded down his back, the tips merely touching the buckle of the crimson belt near his waist. Another larger belt with the head of a chinese lion, etched upon a metallic disc and embedded into the clothing, kept his clothes in check. Plated gloves of an unknown metal protected his hands and several discs of that exact ore were etched upon the knuckles. A stone disc wrapped around his wrists, extending outwards in a radius of approximately ten centimeters, and more buckles kept a pair of gauntlets adjusted to his elbows. The reddish boots mimicked the design of his gloves, though seemed slightly more worn out, possessing two stone discs a little before reaching the feet. Though all of this would most likely appear as a normal attire of a chinese warrior emperor, what was awkward about him were the two horns which protruded from the back of his head, extending all the way along the sides until reaching the frontal part of his cranium. A dark mixture of scarlet and purple, these horns signaled his draconic traits.

His eyes snapped open and the "prison" quickly disappeared in a flash of light. His gray irises contained a strange glow within them, a luminescence that could only be described by appealing to nothing more than magic. This was the Prana, the Dragon's Eye or Dragon's Tear. With it, he could see people's true intentions by staring directly into their hearts and souls. Aside from that, it possessed the handy ability of reading auras through the same means. His weapon, the dragon blade, remained tucked away in an alternate dimension only accessible by himself, as he was the first dragon and the last survivor of the dragon clan. It was time for him to resume his search for the Goddess Myria. That cursed creature who had ordered the annihilation of the dragons so long ago.

Argumenting that she was protecting the world from the outstanding power of the Brood - the name of Myrmidon's race -, she chose to eliminate every single dragon, afraid of the disaster they could bring. Of course, the dragons did not want to fight back since they were afraid of their own power. At this time, Myrmidon defeated a few guardians, managing to not wound them mortally but just enough for him to escape. Upon learning of everything that has happened during the past centuries, however, he was consumed by revenge. The whole "tomb" trembled under his sheer display of power and a hole so big was torn within the surface of the earth that the whole edifice disappeared overnight.

He was able to feel, sense, and even see what was going on in the world at the time of his awakening. The human race was divided and dragons were no longer revered on Earth. The once almighty dragon God, Ladon, was forgotten by humans and demi-humans alike, leaving Myrmidon with a bitter taste in his own soul. Myria, however, lived on in different names, which further confirmed his suspicions: She was still alive. With the very power he had been bestowed by the Brood, he conjured a gap in space and time, and there, his journey began...