There was war.

That’s all there ever was.  At least, that’s all anyone could remember.  For centuries, both the tiger and dragon races had been locked in an unending battle, each side trying to wipe the other out – neither side quite remembering why they were fighting at all.  Neither side knew that once – long, long ago – there was peace throughout the land. 

Well, that wasn’t entirely true.  There were a small group of ancient dragons that remembered the peace, and yearned for its return.  But the younger dragons were unrelenting, and so the ancients left the land, too old and wise for such petty squabbles.

Only the young and brash remained.  And all they knew was hate.  All they knew was that their enemies had to be driven from their lands.

Even if that meant their enemies had to be destroyed.

Each side had their own attributes that gave them an edge in battle.  The dragons were proficient in the use of various Magicks.  These Magicks were based on different elements – water, light, fire, earth, and lightning – to name a few.  The dragon race was divided into clans based on what Magick they were experts in.  And there even existed dragons that had mastered more than one element, making them extremely powerful.  Add to that the ability to fly, and dragons were a formidable enemy indeed.

But, the tigers were not without their own advantages.  The tigers were very strong physically – quick and agile.  Their senses were enhanced as well.  Plus, they had a secret weapon that helped to remove the advantage the Magickal dragons had – Zhirite.  Zhirite was an ore that the tigers had discovered long ago.  It possessed strange properties that caused the dragons to weaken and lose their Magickal abilities when brought into close proximity to it.  They crafted weapons from this ore, making them even more dangerous...