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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 other forms 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 power that came with dragons.

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 all they touched.

To his mind, the only use humans had was to serve all of the Fair Folk.

When the curse cut the young princes and all of Faerie off from the human lands, Midir hated them even more because his own secret pathways into Ireland were taken from him.

Now, the curse had finally been lifted, and the Tuatha Dé Dannan controlled all of the passageways in and out. The humans and time had destroyed all of Midir's openings, so he would have had to grovel to King Taranis to gain access back to them.

It was too 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, so that he could bend them to his will. Midir had seen that one had been born in the smoke of his scrying fires. He only needed to find him.

It was too bad for Midir that another was 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.