It was hundreds of years ago that a dragon rider was needed to save the vast region of Yaragsdor. That rider, along with his mighty dragons, managed to subdue the powerful evil that had almost destroyed Yaragsdor. His name was unknown - everyone just calls him 'the hero'. Nobody knows what happened to him and his dragons after the battle. Some say they died somewhere from their wounds. Others say that he rose to the very heavens. And some, say the hero never left...

But he had not banished the evil armies forever. They have risen once again, and the people of Yaragsdor are clinging onto one hope... that a rider, stronger than the hero, will rise, because the dark armies are stronger than before...