Introduction: Since I've decided to take a break from the actual comic, I'm going to put it into words for a while. I hope you're not disappointed, and I hope you enjoy. :D
Important Note: This story features furry characters(or anthro if you prefer). If you're not a fan, then don't read.

Prologue: Raid

During the earliest years of Fantasia, after the angel of silence was cast out, a war broke out all across the land. This war involved many races, with the dragons remaining as the dominant species. Near the dragon city of Vallishire, a local wolf village was attacked. The entire clan was decimated, except for a lone pup, who was trying to crawl to safety. What she didn't realize yet was that her life, and everything she believed in, was about to change.

The young wolf finally stopped crawling, and was close to fainting from exhaustion and blood loss. She panted heavily as she awaited her death. She gave a shocking gasp and opened her icy-blue eyes when she felt a hand grab her by the head, and talons digging into her flesh. She wanted to fight back, but didn't have the strength to do so. She was lifted up until her feet just barely hung in the air. She was soon looking at the one who had her in a grasp, one of the dragon soldiers who attacked her village, with scales a dusty gold color and light brown eyes, wearing chest armor of bronze, as well as gauntlets and shin guards. The shoulder guards were engraved with emblem: a shield. Inside it a dragon swooping down from the skies for the kill. Looking at this was only one thing that made her feel inferior, as she was mostly stained in her own blood and dirt, as was her armor, which was usually a chromium color. It included the chest and shoulders. Her breastplates had the wolf emblem: the wolf's paw. 

The dragon before her stared at her, and gave a fiendish smile, making her feel even more inferior. He began to speak in a cold, superior tone.

"Well, what do we have here? A little pup all by her lonesome?"

"Let me go! Please!" she cried as she gripped the dragon's arm.

"Not a chance," he added,"You wolves are always so eager to fight to the death. Finding one alive after a battle is very rare." He gave a sinister chuckle, and continued,"That makes you a valuable treasure. In fact, I'm very certain I could make a descent profit off of you."

The dragon had her tied up, and carried her off to Vallishire. What he had in store for her, she didn't even want to think about.