There was a time between the wanning age of enchantment and the dawning age of logic, when dragons flew the skies; free and unencumbered. On the troubled Earth below them confusion and chaos reigned. All mankind is facing an epic choice; a world of magic, or a world of science. Which will it be?
The air was cool and crisp; a pleasant smell to the air signalled rain might be arriving later on this early spring morning. A very light fog hovered over the pristine lake. Skylar waited by the lake, which was still dim in the early morning light. Slowly peeling back the hood of the cloak she wore the girl began running her fingers through her hair the girl hummed softly as she knelt down, staring at her reflection in the water. It was quiet, even the birds and bugs had not woken yet. Skylar was waiting for a friend of hers to arrive. However, being so quiet she was able to hear someone approaching well before they got there.
Standing quickly the girl turned to look at the forest, searching for the source of the noise. It was certainly not who she was expecting. It sounded... man-ish, steel. Whether it be horse shoe or metal boot she wasn't entirely certain. But surely not... not here... when they were so deep in dragon territory... no one ever ventured out this far except fools and... and dragon slayers. She retreated slightly, looking fearfully into the trees. He-hello? She called nervously, her blue eyes flitting back and forth as she pulled on her blonde locks. Is anyone there?