[i]A king is dead. His pride in a lineage meant to stretch across time and stars serving as his undoing. But the Red Dragon has no lineage Ddraig has no flaw. He is an emperor. A Dragon. A maker of war Once a loner, his eyes turn toward the vacant throne, there for the taking on the other side of this virtual cage. A king is dead. Oh well A king will rise If not Ddraig, another. If not another... [/i]