Reborn as a red dragon, my mother is a silver dragon?!

The world of entarista has just experienced a divine war. Its population dwindled and resources depleted. Before its divine being went to slumber to heal, an order of peace and recuperation was given. The war worn population entered a time of peace and digestion of the resources won in the divine war.

This is a mixed world where different species exist, a safe heaven for all Dragons, elves, humans, dwarfs, etc. Under the divine being, 'entarista'.

In a dragon's nest hatched a wyrmling. Thought to be a harbringer of evil, of fire and frost by those paranoid.

What the future held was a tail refined into a sword composed of frost, blooming in spring.

Wings forged as a saber of heat, ending in rain.

A dragon of frost and fire, of the example of good in evil, and evil in good.

As the world watches the birth of legends and myths. How will the myraid beings write their stories in this world after the winter of silence and the rain of spring.