Chapter 1.
The calm that lay over Darkside wasn't what it seemed!
Light winds could be felt, they gently grazed through the leaves of the tall trees of the forest. However, if you listened carefully you could hear other sounds as well. The noises of battle rang out from the center of the forest. Dull screams and the occasional clang of a sword could be heard. There was also the smell of burned wood in the air. All the birds in the forest, birds, flee from the scene and seek safety outside.
Right in the middle, in the heart of Darkside, it was a matter of life and death when two great powers collided.
The battle had been raging for hours in a clearing in the heart of the forest. At this point everything should finally be decided when the brave warrior Dawin faced the mighty black magician Ivanhoe. If Ivanhoe were to win this fight, the world would be forever banished into darkness.Feelings like joy, compassion, hope or love would be erased. All life would be trapped under the bondage of a single tyrant, and no way should that happen!

Just as Dawin was about to take his next stroke, a flash of lightning flashed through the valley and struck right between the two.
They both jumped apart and looked at the ground in awe. Between them, exactly where the lightning struck, a wall of fog opened up, in which a dark figure gradually emerged.
Neither Dawin nor Ivanhoe dared to take a step in the direction of the action.
Their fear was far too great, they only knew too exactly what was inside the fog. Stepping slowly out of the mist, Lyria appeared, the guardian of magic. The young woman looked straight into the face of both men which made them shudder. Lyria was by no means strict or unjust. She hated to judge prematurely, but what she was offered here made her shudder.These two men destroyed their beautiful forest. With their senseless struggle they destroyed everything around them, and they could destroy the balance of power as well and that she would not and could not allow under any circumstances.
With a stunned face she looked around, and what she saw there in the semi-darkness of the moonlight made her blood run cold.
At the edge of the clearing was something large that, on closer inspection, turned out to be a dragon. He lay motionless on the floor and she saw immediately that there was no more rescue for him.
The last dragon on earth was death!

Anger spread inside her and she saw only one way to punish this outrage.
She raised her hands to the sky and started a spell. A cone of light formed around them, which seemed to be gaining more and more mass. Lightning flashed from the sky and there was an eerie silence. Not a leaf moved in the wind anymore and not a creature of the forest dared to utter a single sound.Dawin and Ivanhoe looked straight at each other. Both knew
that they couldn't expect anything good from Lyria.

The cone of light above her head was almost ten feet tall when she suddenly paused. She looked up and was now looking straight at Ivanhoe.
"You, who have dared to inflict suffering on the last and oldest dragon on earth, even to kill him. You will now learn what it means to be a creature of the forest. Enclosed you will learn what it is like to be yourself can rely on nothing but his natural abilities, "said Lyria.
"You want to see my natural abilities, well then I'll be happy to demonstrate them to you! Tell Lyria, what do you want to punish me for, that I finally managed to exterminate this whole damned dragon brood," Ivanhoe replied, bored. He pretended not to be afraid, but inside it looked very different. He knew too exactly what kind of power Lyria had, he knew too exactly what she could do with him if she wanted, also he knew that he only irritated her a lot more with what he was doing.However, he did not want to surrender to her without a fight.
He raised his hand and a deep red ball of light formed in it. It was about the size of an apple when he turned it on Lyria.
With ease she hurled the little ball away from her against the nearest tree.
"So that is your great power that everyone is so afraid of? Simply pathetic if you ask me." Lyria looked at him with a dominant look and almost at the same time the huge beam of light sped over her towards Ivanhoe. The once powerful wizard collapsed and writhed on the damp forest floor.
Dawin stood at the other end of the clearing and watched the spectacle that was on him as frozen. Not a single word passed his lips. His eyes followed the event as if in a trance, but he could not understand what he was seeing, not yet!

Ivanhoe was still lying on the floor and doubled over as if he had suffered unspeakable pain. He had no external injuries, but inside the magic of Lyria began to work.The wizard's body began to change. First, his hands began to change in an abnormal way. His fingers receded and the bones began to bend too.

His legs also changed now, his toes got longer, but now there were no longer five but only three. Instead, something like a fourth toe formed on the heel, which was a little shorter than the others. A claw now also formed on each individual toe. His legs had shrunk so far that they were only about eight inches long. His torso was also getting smaller and narrower.
Now his face began to change, it became smaller and abnormally round. His ears pulled back up onto his skull and his nose and mouth seemed to grow together. They combined into a kind of beak that now took shape in the middle of his face. His eyes widened and turned yellow. Extra boils shot out on his crooked arms.Brown to black feathers formed on these boils, as on the rest of his body.
The wizard stood, or better said, sat on the damp ground of the clearing, only that he was no longer human.
With the help of her magic Lyria had managed to transform the mighty man into a normal forest owl without any magical powers.
Ivanhoe looked around in panic and with a hoarse shrill scream he rose into the air and was gone.

"What have you done?" whispered Dawin. "What I did you want to know, now I have put an end to these violent confrontations", Lyria answered his question and looked at him with a smile. "What are you going to do with me now, because I am not innocent of these acts either.
Lyria tell me what will my fate be? "
"Your destiny will be to have to try forever to restore the equilibrium that was destroyed by the loss of the Guardian. Only when you have succeeded will you find your peace," Lyria prophesied."What do you mean by that for all eternity and what do you mean by the death of the guardian?" asked Dawin, worried.
"The dragon who found death in your senseless struggle was the guardian of the dreams of men, the last mythical creature in this world. His death will have dire consequences for you humans, when you deal with the experiences of the past in your dreams. What do you believe it will happen when you can no longer process all of this or you are tormented by nightmares night after night. Do you really believe that that goes well for a long time or that humanity can endure what torments them for a long time? " She paused for a moment, "No, Dawin, that won't go well for long. Your job now is to find a way to restore balance and save humanity from a cruel end."

"How am I supposed to do that, you yourself said that he was the last dragon on earth. How am I supposed to be able to find this power again?"Wailed Dawin.
"The power of the dragon has not been extinguished - it has passed on to another creature." Lyria replied and looked down at the warrior who was on his knees in front of her and looked at her almost pleadingly.
“Then this being should renew the balance if it has the power to do so.” Dawin whispered and looked up at her, but the smile on her face had something that made him uneasy. "You are absolutely right about that, Young Warrior, and yet you are wrong, because whatever being it is has no idea of ​​the power it now possesses. For this reason you will travel the world and look for the being that has the power of dreams Once you have found it you have to teach it to deal with the power that has been assigned to it and to use it for good .. "she explained to him. "And how will I know it?" asked Dawin, who was getting more and more nervous.
"You will recognize it when the time comes for it to awaken. Until it does, you will search for it through generations.You will get through life after life until you have reached your goal. The shape you take on will be determined by chance. "Declared Lyria.
"So that means that I will be reborn until everything is in balance again," Dawin repeated her words. "Yes, exactly, but you don't have long, because I was only able to banish Ivanhoe in this form for five hundred years. Ivanhoe is connected to you and your fate so that he won't die either until the plan succeeds or fails. You fail However, He will seize the power of dreams and that would be the end of the world. Therefore, if you understand my task for you, I do not want to torment you with it, but you are the only salvation for humanity. I wish you all the happiness on earth and may your project be crowned with success. "she said and disappeared into the mist in which she had appeared.
When the fog cleared, the silver ring in which a diamond was set lay on the spot.Dawin picked up the ring and looked at it from all sides. "That can't be serious, dear guardian, how is this piece of jewelry supposed to help me in my search for the wearer? Dawin yelled into the night. He was angry and sad at the same time. How in the world was he supposed to find the creature. He fell to his knees and began to cry.
How long he was kneeling there he didn't know anymore, but when the night was drawing to a close he heard a few branches break near him and he looked up. Behind the clearing he saw on the horizon how the sun announced the new day and the first birds only began their morning singing.

Dawin got