Three stood together on the tallest peak of a mountain. Clouds raged around them, hiding the world away until all that could be seen was this one place. This single moment in time.

At the centre of the peak rose a three sided mirror, and reflected within was the hidden world, and the silhouettes of those three. There were high mountains, capped with ice and garbed in forests. There were verdant plains and lakes, abundant with life.

But the third reflection was a stark contrast. It showed a barren and tortured landscape, where rock spears jut from poisoned waters like ribs in a rotting corpse. Magma flows in rivers that never harden, and all that grows is twisted and dread.

This place is called the Ember Wyldes. It is said that an ancient war was raged on that land - a fight between three species for dominance of life, of land, and of freedom. It was a war with no winner, and all who participated perished in despair.

And thus three had come to this magic place. To end the war, and grievances left behind.

To build a future of equality and hope.

To mend that tortured place and bring this land unity once more.

These three were the best of their species - one a Man, descended from kings. One a Serpent, maned with spines. And the last a Dragon, the greatest Seer of Time.

This is their story.