Six years prior...

Denÿaræ stepped across the deep blue babbling brook and flicked it with her tail, sending up a spray. A familiar scent traced the air.

Dragon Bones.

Denÿaræ bounded over to the stack of bones her predecessor had left behind. Good eatings.

"C'mon, gang, let's relocate her!" A hideous sounding teenaged voice cut through the air.

My enemy, Denÿaræ hissed. You killed my mother. You killed the only Deathsong left. There is nothing left but for revenge. Hush and be still for I am plotting my revenge in secret. I am slowly building up my strength. Beware, son of man for the daughter of song is coming for you. Beware. None shall stop me.