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their weakest into battle against the forces that opposed them, and used their strongest to oppose the enemies from within. A semblance of calm had settled on the land, and the members of the Protectorate had seen this as a sign that they were winning their war. There were a few amongst them however that knew what was coming; they had innate abilities built into them from their parents and their grand parents. Some of them could feel the coming storm, and some of them could feel the approach of death.”
     
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    The year of the Great Disaster
    City of South harbor
     
    “Greatest grandmother we have done as you have asked. The caves beneath the city have been cleared, and entrances have been made. Do you know what exactly will happen?” The young man who spoke was of good build, and he had the look of a man you could trust to do what needed to be done.
    “You know you look just like him. Those few of us that are still around to remember him all agree that you are like him too, and I think that he would be proud of you Dalton.” The woman who spoke appeared to be in her middle years, and her hair was still as red as it had ever been. She was proud of that fact. Alexander had always said he loved her hair, he said he loved everything about her, but she knew that he had been especially fond of her hair. She was still not used to aging as rapidly as she was now, dragons could live seemingly forever if circumstances allowed, and though she had been in human form for seven hundred and fifty years she still felt the effects of aging. That had been the exchange, fertility and the ability to reproduce with the other species without leaving too much of an outward mark of their Draconic heritage, in exchange for their near immortality. If she or any of the others had the choice to make again, she knew they wouldn't have changed a thing. She had fifty-seven glorious years with a man that she truly loved, and though she had to watch him age and die he had given her ten lovely children over those years. Six girls and four boys, and each of those had married others, had children and died. There had been losses over the years, but her family was still large, and most of them were high in the ranks of the military and amongst the Mages.
    The council of nine, which was now only seven, still met regularly, and though their numbers had been reduced, they still held fast. It was no secret any longer that the people who had come to Terroval seven hundred and fifty years ago were not normal. Only select members of the families knew the truth. She could feel the approaching darkness, and knew that the time of change was once again upon the people of South Harbor. The dragons had always held the position of watchers over the world, and they still fulfilled that role to the best of their ability, even thought it was much more difficult now. Five generations ago one of her grandchildren married a noble by the name of Theromvore, and since then, that had been the dominant branch of the family. In respect to the branch of the family that was much smaller, but still carried the name Dalton, Tyrdra had asked her favorite granddaughter to name her next after their progenitor. Whether it was fate, luck, or a cruel sense of humor however, Dalton Alexander Theromvore was the spitting image of his namesake, and that, if nothing else gave her hope for the Protectorate's future.
    “The approaching darkness is not a natural cycle of events. Something is guiding these events, and they are beyond even our sight. The council and those remaining members of the newcomers will face this battle in full. Remember, if any survive you are not to tell your children of their heritage, if there are some that are strong enough in the blood to remember anyway, that cannot be helped, and they should remember enough to keep it to themselves. There are many different people in South Harbor now, and the Giants that have joined us will help you with the rebuilding, if