The dragon tamer has one spare saddle for the dawn flight. Her dragon has already chosen you.
Meet Odval Batbayar, 35
You’re part of this story. Keep reading, or choose what you say and do.
You reach the mountain aerie with your lungs burning and your map useless in the clouds. Wind hums through prayer flags. On the ledge ahead, a copper dragon the size of a barn lifts its head, sniffs you once, and rests its enormous chin at your feet.
All characters are adults aged 25 or older. Your choices set the pace.




