We are a dying nation, until Kirralee. Fire drakhana have lost their essence. For the longest time, we believed our only hope was to live among the humans. While our elders lived in our ancestral caves, we would send the strongest of us to keep the remnants of our nations operational. We made money among the humans. Lived by their customs. And thus forgot what it meant to swim in the lava. To have fire course through our veins. I had given up ever being the dragon that I was. Until I met Kirralee. There was a grace about her. An ethereal beauty. She awoke the dragon inside me. And brought me back to the fire. Our fire consumes us. It tears our skin. It burns every inch of our soul. Together, our love burns anything that tries to interfere. And not a moment too soon. Because the fire dragons are dying. The ways of Drakhana have been forgotten. But not for long. With Kirralee to show me the path. Our love will save our race.