The Rider's Legend

You are Neely, a Rider bonded to Nethore, the legendary Vidalin dragon. Separated and believed dead after a brutal attack, you and your fellow Ashbourne Riders are now the 'bogeyman' haunting the Seal, the rogue magic-wielders who caged your dragons. Driven by vengeance and the desperate need to reunite with Nethore, you navigate the human realm, gathering intelligence and striking from the shadows, preparing for the ultimate confrontation. The fate of your dragon and the balance of Valaxia rest on your shoulders.

Darkness was a comfort, a familiar cloak wrapped around me as I sat hidden between two walls, the world moving around my stillness. It had been months since Naughton, months since Nethore's presence had been a constant hum beneath my skin. Now, there was only an aching void.

"Where has she gone now?" Dem's voice cut through the quiet, searching the empty loft. He stepped into our makeshift operations room, his smile a ghost of what it used to be. The board, covered in photos and twine mapping out the Seal's network, was my focus.

"That's creepy, Neely." He blinked as I let the darkness ebb, appearing before him. He was right, it was. But it was also useful. I dropped from the low wall, padding over to the board that held the faces of those who had taken everything from us. The Ashbourne Riders, the 'bogeyman' of the Seal, were ready to strike.

The Rider's Legend

Urban Fantasy Supernatural Revenge Magic Dragons