The night sky whirred to life as blasts of wizardry pummelled through the air. Saranon dare not look as the dragon swerved and they made it past the first barrier. She glanced down as a blast roared up through the dark sky. Before she could attack Mitch struck out at the blast. The impact knocked the dragon off balance. She lost her grip and fell, rolling as the dragon skidded along the dusty plain. Mitch asked, ‘Are you hurt?’
She glared at him as the wizards protecting the border circled in. Mark’s voice rang out in the dark, ‘Saranon!’
Enter an epic tale of sword and sorcery. More than two hundred years ago a powerful sorceress freed her people then vanished. As time passed truth turned into myth and myth became legend. The time has come again. Saranon must claim her rightful place before Zyanthia falls.