Sins of the Fire

No one knows dragons coexisted with humans.

Ancient times long past, we shared magic, weapons and even our very souls with these creatures. Society’s connection between them spanned the test of time, through art, stories, and spoken word. Yet though depictions remain, they no longer exist.

Christian armies, believing these creatures to be devils, laid siege to end their species in a wild pursuit of their Promised Land. Bloodshed for nearly two centuries suddenly came to an end. Concurrently, those winged beasts, admired and feared, were extinguished without a trace.

It’s 2028 now, and the Crusades are talked about in my college classes. Supposedly, one dragon was able to escape it all by sealing itself in a blade. If such a blade existed, it wouldn’t look the same as it did before, since it changed with every person that touched it. If anyone were to lift it today, they’d reignite the war long dormant—An affront on God himself, so the Catholics say.

I’m Kane, by the way. Kane Wynde. And this is Mysherra, the affront to God.