Kings and Dragons
Dragons have always lived in the Otherlands. When the dragons of Albion fled their homes through the standing stone dances and into Faerie, they found more of their kind living in the wilds and courts alike.
Some of the dragons that could take human forms sought sanctuary in the lands ruled by King Taranis.
Others that couldn't shift into humans headed for the mountains, where snow fell and wild dragons roamed and hunted. All were welcome because with dragons came power.
The great dragon stronghold of Mag Argatnél grew even stronger, and the magic of the dragons protected their home with a fierce love.
In the far north, a king saw the strength and magic that came with dragons.
King Midir had always hated the Tuatha Dé Dannan family and the power they held. He despised the peace they had tried to foster with the humans, who destroyed everything they touched.
To his mind, humans existed for one purpose only—to serve the Fair Folk.
When the curse cut the young princes and all of Faerie off from the human lands, Midir’s hatred deepened because his own secret pathways into Ireland were taken from him.
Now, the curse had finally been lifted, and the Tuatha Dé Dannan controlled the passageways in and out. The humans and time had destroyed Midir's openings, leaving him no choice but to grovel before King Taranis to gain access back to them.
It was beneath a king like him to ask the Tuatha Dé Dannan for anything.
So Midir sat in the crystal halls of his barrow stronghold, Brí Léith, and plotted. The answer finally came to him.
What he really needed was to find a dragon that was also a sorcerer, not born or raised in Mag Argatnél. He needed someone he could bend to his will.
In the smoke of his scrying fires, Midir saw that such a dragon had been born. Now, all he had to do was find him.
It was too bad for Midir that another was also fixated on the dragon sorcerer. And she would rather have her bones removed one at a time than let anyone know a damn thing about him.