It had been another restless night for James. The dreams had grown more intense, the voice more insistent, urging him to return to the forgotten castle he had seen in his visions. Each night, the same message echoed through his mind: "Dragonborn… you must return. Your destiny awaits."
But that morning, as James prepared to confide further in Emilia and his companions, an unexpected arrival changed everything.
As James sat in the royal study, lost in thought, a messenger rushed in, his face pale and his breath labored. "Your Majesty," he gasped, "a group of women has arrived at the castle gates. They claim to be… the last of the Dragonkin."
James stood abruptly, his pulse quickening. The Dragonkin. He had felt their presence in his dreams, but now they were here, in Valoran. Without hesitation, he ordered the gates to be opened and made his way to the courtyard.