This is the story of Drake and Madison Wallace, a brother and sister finding themselves in a magical and fantastic situation, and with a destiny to fulfill. Early on Drake and Madison learn there is another world, related to ours, where the reign of Dragonkeepers is coming to an end and where the signs foretelling the arrival of the Final Dragonkeeper are coming true. Quickly they discover he is the Final Dragonkeeper and she's his Protector, and together, they are the only ones that can save this other world, the Realm of Faerie, from a former, traitorous Dragonkeeper known as the Evil One. Drake and Madison then, with aid of a grand advisor, enlist help from a cast of extraordinary creatures and peoples, and of course dragons. The dragons come from seven different clans, each with their own personality and quirk, and although these dragons are well-mannered and behaved, without a Dragonkeeper they would quickly become ferocious and violent ...
After a moment of silence, the grand advisor noticed a puff of smoke floating above the head dragon’s nostrils – usually a sign that a dragon was about to speak. He looked up keenly and waited. Burrax spoke in that deep melodic language of Dragon Runes.
“Have you found a successor to Jiro?” said the head dragon.
“No,” replied the grand advisor after a moment’s hesitation. “Not yet, but we are still looking.”
“We cannot let time just slip by between Dragonkeeper’s, as it did between Arall and Shafie, especially now,” said Burrax firmly. “With the traitor Hifearnan growing stronger, we need to keep the dragon clans and their allies’ united.”
“I am well aware of history and our current situation.” the gr and advisor said with a hint of annoyance. “We have no intention of going long between Dragonkeepers.”
Everyone was well aware of Dragonkeeper history. Only twice in 1,500 years had there not been one, most recently was about 450 years ago after the death of Tighearn Dragonkeeper Arall and before the discovery of Shafie. Dragons can only stay united in harmony for so long without a Dragonkeeper. Sixty-two years separated Arall’s death and the start of Shafie’s reign. In that era, disunity and discord had almost broken the Council of Dragons, allowing the Cennud races to cause problems across the Realm of Faerie. Fortunately, Shafie was discovered in time and peace had once again been restored. Everyone in the Realm of Faerie knew that dragons without a Dragonkeeper were a problem – a big problem.
A small snore came from the bed, both head dragon and grand advisor looked down in surprise. The Dragonkeeper was stirring; Burrax and the grand advisor exchanged mixed looks of concern and relief.
“Tighearn, you called for us,” asked the grand advisor gently. “How may we help you?” “Tighearn Jiro, we came as soon as we were called, but you were asleep,” added Burrax. “We did not want to wake you.”
The Dragonkeeper tried to sit up, but was unable. Instead, with a hoarse throat he said, “So, you decide to talk over me as if I were already dead? Even Minh here comes dressed in his formal clothes. Already in mourning I see?”
The Grand Advisor, Minh Chu, wore his formal dress clothes; a Mandarin captain’s hat which designated his station as advisor, and a richly colored crimson Mandarin jacket with matching loose fitting trousers. The jacket had oversized sleeves which allowed him to hide his hands and arms crossed, in opposite sleeves, in the traditional Assuwan style. The coloring of his jacket was in contrast to a deep tan shown over his face. His perfectly trimmed white moustache, drooping over the corners of his mouth, matched the neatly trimmed goatee cut to a point and hanging down from his chin.
The grand advisor felt his face get hot with embarrassment; a dragon on the other hand has smoke come out of his mouth, lots of it. The Dragonkeeper looked at them and coughed out a short laugh. His expression promptly turned serious, he looked at the grand advisor with squinted eyes.