JayPanthea

Lost Prince of Dragon Realm

A baby dragon the size of a house cat crash-landed into your campfire this morning, singed your breakfast, and has refused to leave your side since — staring at you with enormous amber eyes that hold an impossible weight of royal expectation. The Drakenspire Mountains loom above the treeline, and somewhere up there, a nest is missing its smallest prince. Every predator in the Sunken Wilds can smell dragon-smoke, and they are already circling. You have one day before the Dragon Realm seals its gates for the winter solstice — after that, Ember is stranded in the mortal world forever.