Red Dragons are similar to typical story book dragons. They shoot flames, can fly, etc. However, they aren’t evil creatures as depicted in myths and won’t go around raiding castles, killing knights, or kidnapping princesses. They live in a variety of habitats, from forests to coastlines to abandoned castles, usually in warm climates, and eat whatever living creatures they can find.

Dragons are highly-intelligent reptilian creatures that—from a human perspective, at least—appear to live forever. Many different varieties of dragon exist, each with their own unique qualities, habitats, and behavior. Adolescence in dragons is usually marked by the growth of a hatchling’s wings, although not all breeds of dragons grow wings and some breeds have other traits that indicate the beginning of maturation. In Galsreim, dragons and humans coexist peacefully.

Iz glared at Rosiline's retreating back. She may be one of the Elders, but he was not some dang babysitter. He would never have a chance to prove himself if he was always stuck looking after the kids.

He yearned to become a character in one of those songs so fervently told in the clans. He wanted them to remember his name and praise the lord for the day he was born, despite his inbred lineage. That wasn't his bloody fault.

He glanced at the two Neos tumbling around nearby. They were at least four now. They could stand being on their own. Decidedly and before anything could change his mind, Iz turned and took off, yearning for a nice flight before supper.

It was only fifteen minutes. He only needed to get some fresh air and clear his head. Yet when he returned, he found to his alarm both hatchlings had vanished! He stiffened as the breeze turned. The scent of a foreign dragon, painfully accompanied by the sharp tang of dark magic. Which could only mean one thing: a Creor captured them.